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PHILADELPHIA: 

T. B. PETERSON & BROTHERS 
306 CHESTNUT STREET, 






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Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1871, by 

T. B. PETERSON & BROTHERS, 

In the Office of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington, D. C. 



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AUG 1 2 1942 



Preface 



w 



HEN Hans Breitmanii's Party ^ with other 
Ballads^ appeared, the only claim made 



first book ever written in Englisli as imperfectly 
spoken by Germans. The author consequently held 
himself bound to give his broken English in a truth- 
ful form. So far as observation and care, aided by 
the suggestions of well-educated German friends, 
could enable him to do this, it was done. But the 
more extensive were his observations, the more did 
the fact force itself upon his mind, that there is 
actually no well-defined method or standard of 
" German-English," since not onl}' do no two men 
speak it alike, but no one individual is invariably 
consistent in his errors or accuracies. Every reader 
who knows any foreign language imperfectl}^ is 
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PREFACE. 



aware that he sj^ealcs it better at one time than 
another^ and it would consequently have been a 
graA-e error to reduce the broken and irregular 
jargon of the book to a fixed and regular language, 
or to require that the author should invariably write 
exactly the same mispronunciations with strict con- 
sistency on all occasions. 

The opinion — entirely foreign to anj^ intention of 
the author — that Hans Breitmann is an embodied 
satire on everything German has found very few 
supporters, and it is with the greatest gratification 
that he has learned that educated and intelligent 
Germans regard Hans as a jocose burlesque of a type 
which is ever3'- day becoming rarer. And if Teu- 
tonic philosophy and sentiment, beer, music, and 
romance, have been made the medium for what 
man}' reviewers have kindly declared to be laughter- 
moving, let the reader be assured that not a single 
word was meant in a bitter or unkindly spirit. It 
is true that there is always a standi^oint from which 
any effort may be misjudged, but this standpoint 
certainl}' did not occur to the writer when he wrote. 



PREFACE. 5 

with anything but misgiving, of his " hearty, hard- 
fighting, good-natured old ex-student," who, in the 
political ballads and others, appears to no moral 
disadvantage by the side of his associates. 

Breitmann in several ballads is indeed a very 
literal copy or combination of characteristics of men 
who really exist or existed, and who had in their 
lives embraced as many extremes of thought as the 
Captain. America abounds with Germans, who, 
liaving received in their youth a " classical educa- 
tion," have passed through varied adventures, and 
often present the most startling paradoxes of 
thought and personal appearance. I have seen a 
man bearing a keg, a porter, who could speak Latin 
fluentl3% I have been in a beer-shop kept hj a man 
who was distinguished in the Frankfort Parliament. 
I have found a graduate of the University of Munich 
in a negro minstrel troupe. And while mentioning 
these as a proof that Breitmann, as I have depicted 
him, is not a contradictory character, I cannot 
refrain from a word of praise as to the energy and 
patience with which the German " under a cloud " in 



PREFACE. 



America bears his reverses, and works cbeerfally 
and uncomplainingly, until, by sheer perseverance, 
he, in most cases, conquers fortune. In this respect 
the Germans, as a race, and I might almost say 
as individuals, are superior to any others on the 
American continent. And if I have jested with the 
German new philosoph}", it is with the more serious- 
ness that I here acknowledge the deepest respect 
for that true practical philosophy of life — that well- 
balanced mixture of stoicism and epicurism — which 
enables Germans to endure and to enjoij under cir- 
cumstances when other men would probably desjjair. 
Breitmann is one of the battered types of the men 
of '48 — a person whose education more than his 
heart has in every way led him to entire scepticism 
or indifference — and one whose Lutlieranism does 
not go beyond " Wein Weib, und Gesang." Be- 
neath his unlimited faith in pleasure lie natural 
shrewdness, an excellent early education, and cer- 
tain principles of honesty and good fellowship, 
which are all the more clearly defined from his 
moral looseness in details which are identified in the 



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Anglo-Saxon mind with total depravity'-. In such a 
man, the appreciation of the beautiful in nature may- 
be keen, but it will continually A'anish before humour 
or mere fun ; while having no deep root in life or 
interests in common with the settled Anglo-Saxon 
citizen, he cannot fail to appear at times to the 
latter as a near relation to Mephistopheles. But 
his "mockery" is as accidental and naif as that of 
Jewish Young Germany is keen and deliberate; and 
the former differs from the latter as the drollery of 
Abraham a Santa Clara differs from the brilliant 
satire of Heine. 

The reader should be fairly warned that these 
poems abound in words, phrases, suggestions, and 
even couplets, borrowed to such an extent from old 
balFads and other sources, as to make acknowledg- 
ment in many cases seem affectation. Where this 
has appeared to be worth the while, it has been 
done. The lyrics were written for a laugh — with- 
out anticipating publication, so far as a number of 
the principal ones in the first series were con- 
cerned, and certainly without tlie least idea that 



PREFACE. 



they would be extensively and closely criticised by 
eminent and able reviewers. Before its compilation 
the " Barty " had almost passed from the writer's 
memory, several other songs of the same character 
by him were quite forgotten, while a number had 
formed portions of letters to friends, by one of 
whom a few were published in a newspaper. When 
finallj^ urged by many who were pleased with 
" Breitmann " to issue these humble lyrics in book 
form, it was with some difficulty that the first 
volume was brought together. 

The excuse for the foregoing observations is the 
unexpected success of a book which is of itself of so 
eccentric a character as to require some explana- 
tion. For its reception from the public, and the 
kindness and consideration with which it has been 
treated by the press, the author can never be suffi- 
ciently grateful. 

CHARLES G. LELAND. 



Contents. 



HANS BREITMANN's PARTY, 

BREITMANN IN BATTLE, . 

BREITMANN IN MARYLAND, 

BREITMANN AS A BUMMER 

BREITMANN IN KANSAS, . 

DIE SCnCENE WITTWE, (dE POOTY VIDDER.) 

VOT DE YANKEE CHAP SUNG, 
HOW DER BREITMANN CUT HIM OUT, 
BREITMANN AND THE TURNERS, 
BALLAD, .... 

HANS BREITMANN's CHRISTMAS, 
DER FREISCHUETZ, . 
HANS BREITMANN ABOUT TOWN, 
SCHNITZERL'S PHILOSOPEDE — PARDT FIRSDT, 
SCHNITZERL'S PHILOSOPEDE — PARDT SECONDT, 
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PAaE. 

29 
81 
36 
41 
46 

50 
51 
52 
55 
57 
65 
71 
77 
79 



10 CONTENTS. 



A BALLAD ABOUT DE ROWDIES, . . . 91 

WEIN GEIST 93 

HANS BREITMANN IN POLITICS : 

I. THE NOMINATION, 96 

n. THE COMMITTEE OF INSTRUCTION, . . 100 

III. MR. TWINE EXPLAINS BEING " SOUND UPON 

THE GOOSE," 103 

IV. HOW BREITMANN AND SCHMIT WERE 

REPORTED TO BE LOG-ROLLING, . . 108 

V. HOW THEY HELD THE MASS MEETING, . 112 

VL BREITMANN'S GREAT SPEECH, . . 114 

VIL THE AUTHOR ASSERTS THE VAST INTEL- 
LECTUAL SUPERIORITY OF GERMANS TO 

AMERICANS, 120 

VIII. SHOWING HOW MR. HIRAM TWINE " PLAYED 

OFF " ON SMITH; .... 123 

BREITMANN'S going to CHURCH, . . .131 

THE FIRST EDITION OF BREITM.\NN. SHOWING 
HOW AND WHY IT WAS THAT IT NEVER 

APPEARED, 145 

I GILI ROMANESKRO. A GIPSY BALLAD, . 156 

STEINLI VON SLANG. A BALLAD, . . . 159 



CONTENTS. 



11 



TO A FRIEND STUDYING GERMAN, . .• . 168 

LOVE SONG, 171 

HANS BREITMANN AS AN UHLAN. 

HANS BREITMANN 'S VISION, . . . . 1*73 

BREITMANN IN A BALLOON, . . 179 

BREITMANN AND BOUILLT, . . . 186 

BREITMANN TAKES THE TOWN OF NANCY, 192 
BREITMANN IN BIVOUAC, . . .198 

HANS BREITMANN'S LAST PARTY, . . 202 

HANS BREITMANN IN EUROPE. 

BREITMANN IN PARIS, (1860.) . . 209 

BREITMANN IN LA SORBONNE, . . 212 

BREITMANN IN FORTY-EIGHT, , . 215 

HANS BREITMANN IN BELGIUM. 

BREITMANN IN SPA, .... 222 

BREITMANN IN OSTENDE, . . . 228 

BREITMANN IN GENT, .... 231 

HANS BREITMANN IN HOLLAND. 

'S GRAVENHAGE, THE HAGUE, . . 233 

BREITMANN IN LEYDEN, . . . 235 

SCHEVENINGEN, OR DE MAIDEN'S COORSE, 238 

BREITMANN IN AMSTERDAM, . . 243 



CONTENTS 



HANS BREITMANN IN GERMANY. 

BREITMANN AM RHEIN. — COLOGNE, . 248 

AM RHEIN. — NO. II. — IN KAHM, . . 253 

AM RHEIN NO. III. — NONNENWERTH, . 257 

HANS BREITMANN IN MUNICH. 

GAMBRINUS, 259 

BREITMANN IN FRANKFORT-ON-THE-MAIN, 264 
HANS BREITMANN IN ITALY. 

BREITMANN IN ROxME, .... 26T 

LA SCALA SANTA, .... 274 

BREITMANN INTERVIEWS THE POPE, . 276 

HANS BREITMANN AT A PICNIC, . . . 282 

HANS BREITMANN AS A TRUMPETER, . . 285 
GLOSSARY — FIRST PART, . . . 287-306 
GLOSSARY — SECOND PART, . . . 806-312 



Introduction. 



" |M|-^^^ BREITMANN gife a barty"_the first 
W^ of the poems here submitted — appeared 
^ ^ originally in 1857, in Gi-aham^s Magazine^ 
and soon became widely known. Few American 
poems, indeed, have been held in better or more 
constant remembrance than the ballad of " Hans 
Breitmann's Barty ; " for the words just quoted have 
actually passed into a proverbial expression. The 
other ballads are much of the same character as 
" The Barty " — most of them celebrating the martial 
career of "Hans Breitmann," whose protot3'pe was 
a German, serving during the war in the 15th Penn- 
sylvanian cavalry, and who — we have it on good 
authority — was a man of desperate courage when- 
ever a cent could be made, and one who never foughi 
unless something could be made. The '■'-rebs^' 
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ij^ introduction: 

" gobbled " him one da}^; but he re-appeared in three 
weeks overloaded with money and valuables. One 
of the critics remarks : — " Throughout all the ballads 
it is the same figure presented — an honest 'Deut- 
scher,' drunk with the New World as with new wine, 
and rioting in the expression of purely Deutsch 
nature and half-Deutsch ideas through a strange 
speech." 

The poems are written in the droll broken English 
(not to be confounded with the Pennsylvania Ger- 
man) spoken by millions of — mostly uneducated — 
Germans in America, immigrants to a great extent 
from southern Germany. Their English has not 3'et 
become a distinct dialect; and it would even be 
difficult to fix at present the varieties in which it 
occurs. One of its prominent peculiarities, however, 
is easily perceived: it consists in the constant con- 
founding of the soft and hard consonants; and the 
reader must well bear it in mind when translating 
the language that meets his eye into one to become 
intelligible to his ear. Thus to the German of our 
poet, kiss becomes giss; company — gompany; care 



INTRODUCTION. 15 



— gare; count — gount; corner — gorner; till — dill; 
terrible — derrible ; time — dime ; mountain — moun- 
dain ; thing— ding ; through— droo ; the— de; them- 
selves — demselves ; other — oder ; party — ^barty; place 
— blace; pig—big; priest— breest ; piano— biano; 
plaster— blaster ; fine— vine ; fighting — vighting ; 
fellow— veller ; or, vice -uersa, he sounds got— cot; 
green— creen; great— crate ; gold dollars— cold 

dollars ; dam— tam ; dreadful— treadful ; drunk 

troonk; brown — prown; blood — ploot; bridge — 
pridge; barrel— parrel ; boot — poot; begging peg- 
gin'; blackguard— plackguart ; rebel— repel; never 
— nefer ; river —rifer ; very — fery ; give— gife ; 
victory— fictory ; evening— efening ; revive— refife; 
jump — shoomp; join — choin; joy— choy ; just— 
shoost; joke — choke; jingling— shingling, &c. ; or, 
through a kindred change, both— bofe; youth — 
youf ; but mouth— mout' ; earth— eart' ; south— sout'; 
waiting— vaiten' ; was — vas ; widow— vidow ; woman 
— voman ; work— vork ; one — von ; we — ve, &c. 
And hence, by way of a compound mixture, we get 
from him drafel for travel, derriple for terrible, a 



16 INTBOBTJCTION. 

daple-leck for a table-leg, bepples for pebbles, tisas- 
der for disaster, schimnastig dricks for gymnastic 
tricks, let-bencll for lead-pencil, &c. The peculi- 
arity of Germans pronouncing in their mother tongue 
s like sh when it is followed by t or p, and of Ger- 
mans of southern Germany often also final s like sh, 
naturally produced in their American jargon such 
results as shplit, shtop, shtraight, shtar, shtupen- 
dous, shpree, shpirit, &c. ; ish (is), ash (as), &c. ; and, 
by analogy, led to shveet (sweet), schwig (swig), &c. 
We need not notice, however, more than these freaks 
of the German- American-English of the present 
poems, as little as we need advert to simple vulgar- 
isms also met with in English, such as the omission 
of the final g in words terminating in ing (blayin' — 
playing ; shpinnen' — spinning ; ridin', sailin', roonin', 
&c.) We must, of coui'se, assume that the reader 
of this little volume is well acquainted both with 
English and German. 

The reader will perceive that the writer has taken 
anotlier flight in Hans Breitmann's Christmas, and 
many of the later ballads, from what he did in those 



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preceding; and exception might be taken to his 
choice of subjects, and treatment of them, if the 
language emploj^ed by him were a fixed dialect — 
that is, a language arrested at a certain stage of its 
progress ; for in that case he would have had to sub- 
ordinate his pictures to the narrow sphere of the 
realistic incidents of a given locality. But the im- 
perfect English utterances of the German, newly 
arrived in America, coloured more or less by the 
peculiarities of his native idiom, do not make, and 
never will make a dialect, for the simple reason that, 
in proportion to his intelligence, his opportunities, 
and the length of time spent by him among his new 
English-speaking countrymen, he will sooner or later 
rid himself of the crudenesses of his speech, thus 
preventing it from becoming fixed. Many of the 
Germans who have emigrated and are still emigra- 
ting to America belong to the well-educated classes, 
and some possess a very high culture. Our poet has 
therefore presented his typical German, with perfect 
propriety, in a variety of situations which would be 
incompatable with the narrow conceptions within 



18 INTR OD UCTIOm 

which the dialect necessarily moves, and has en- 
dowed him with character, even where the local 
colour is wanting. 

In Breitmann in Folitics, we are on purely Ameri- 
can ground. 

In it the Germans convince themselves that, as 
their hero can no longer plunder the rebels, he ought 
to plunder the nation, and they resolve on getting 
him elected to the State Legislature. They accor- 
dingly form a committee, and formulate for their 
candidate six " moral ideas " as his platform. These 
they show to their Yankee helper, Hiram Twine, 
who, having changed his politics fifteen times, and 
managed several elections, knows how matters 
should be handled. He saj's the moral ideas are 
ver}^ fine, but not worth a " dern ;" and instead of 
them proclaims the true cr}', that Breitmann is sound 
upon the goose, about which he tells a story. Then 
it is reported that the Germans cannot win, and 
that, as he is a soldier, he has been sent into the 
political field only to lead the forlorn hope and get 
beaten. In answer to this, Twine starts the report 



INTRODUCTION. 



that Smith has sold the fight to Breitmaun, a notion 
which the Americans take to at once — 

" For dey mostly dinked id de naturalest ding as efer couldt 

pefall, 
For to slieat Ton's own gonstituents is de pest mofe in de 

came, 
Uud dey nefer 60oposed a Dootcliman hafe de sense to do de 

same." 

Accordingly, Breitmann calls a meeting of Smith's 
supporters, tells them that he hopes to get a good 
l^lace for his friend Smith, though he cannot approve 
of Smith's teetotal principles, because he, Breit- 
mann, is a republican, and the meaning of that word 
is plain : — " ... If any enlightened man vill seeken 
in his Bibel, he will find dat a publican is a barty ash 
sells lager; und de ding is very blain, dat a ?"e-publi- 
can ish von who sells id 'gain und 'gain." More- 
over, Smith believes in God, and goes to church, — 
what liberal German can stand this ? — while Breit- 
mann, being a publican, must be a sinner. As to 
parties, the yjKnczpZes of both are the same — plunder 
— and " any man who gifes me his fote, — votefer his 
boledics pe, — shall alfays pe regardet ash bolidigal 



INTRODUCTION, 



friendt py me." This brings the house down. And 
when Breitmann announces that he sells the best 
beer in the city, and stands drinks gratis to bis 
" bolidigal friendts," and orders in twelve barrels of 
lager for tlie meeting, he is unanimousl}^ voted " a 
brickbat, and no sardine." 

After this brilliant success, the author is obliged 
to pause, in order to proclaim the intellectual 
superiority of Germans to the whole world. He 
gets tremendously be-fogged in the process, but 
that is no matter: — 

"Ash der Hegel say of his system, 'Dat only tob mans knew 
Vot del- tyful id meant ; and he couldn't tell,' und der Jean 

Paul Richter, too, 
Who saidt, ' Gott knows, I meant somedings vhen foorst dis 

buch I writ. 
Boot Gott only weiss vot das buch means now, fori hafe for- 
gotten it ! '" 

But, taking the point as proved, our German still 
allows that the Yankees have some sharp-pointed 
sense, which he illustrates by narrating how Hiram 
Twine turned a village of Smith-voters into the 



INTRODUCTION. 



Breitmann camp. The village is German and 
Democrat. Smith has forgotten his meeting, and 
Twine, who is very like Smith, and rides into the 
village to watch the meeting, is taken by the Ger- 
mans for Smith. On this. Twine resolves to person- 
ate Smith, and give his supporters a dose of him. 
Accordingly^, on being asked to drink, he tells the 
Germans that none but hogs would drink their 
stinking beer, and that German wine was onl}^ made 
for German swine. Then he goes to the meeting, 
and, having wounded their feelings in the tenderest 
point, — the love of beer, — attacks the next tender- 
est, — their love for their language, — by declaring 
that he will vote for preventing the speaking of it 
all through the States; and winds up by exhorting 
them to stop guzzling beer and smoking pipes, and 
set to work to un-Germanise themselves as soon as 
possible. On this " dere coomed a shindy," with 
cries of " Shoot him with a bowie-knife," and " Tar 
and feather him." A revolver-ball cuts the chande- 
lier-cord ; all is dark; and amidst the row. Twine 
escapes and gallops off, with some pistol-balls after 



n INTBOBTJCTION. 

him. But the village votes for Breitmann, and he 
"licks cler Schmit." 

The ballad, "Breitmann's Going to Church," is 
based on a real occurrence. A certain colonel, with 
his men, did really, during the war, go to a church 
in or near Nashville, and, as the saying is, " kicked 
up the devil, and broke things," to such an extent, 
that a serious reprimand from the colonel's superior 
officer was the result. The fact is guaranteed by 
Mr. Leland, who heard the offender complain of the 
*' cruel and heartless stretch of military authority." 
As regards the firing into the guerilla ball-room, it 
took place near Murfreesboro', on the night of Feb- 
ruary 10 or 11, 1865 ; and on the next day, Mr. 
Leland was at a house where one of the wounded 
lay. On the same night a Federal picket was shot 
dead near Lavergne ; and the next night a detach- 
ment of cavalry was sent off from General Yan 
Cleve's quarters, the officer in command coming in 
while the author was talking with the general, for 
final orders. They rode twenty miles that night, 
attacked a body of guerillas, captured a number, 



INTRODUCTION'. 



and brought back prisoners early next daj'. The 
same day Mr. Leland, with a small cavalry escort, 
and a few friends, went out into the countrj^, 
during which ride one or two curious incidents 
occurred, illustrating the extraordinary fidelity of 
the blacks to Federal soldiers. 

The explanation of the poem entitled, " The First 
Edition of Breitmann," is as follows : — It was not 
long after the war that a friend of the writer's to 
whom " The Breitmann Ballads " had been sent in 
MSS., and who had frequently urged the former to 
have them published, resolved to secure, at least, a 
small private edition, though at his own expense. 
Unfortunately the printers quarrelled about the 
MSS., and, as the writer understood, the entire con- 
cern broke up in a row in consequence. And, in. 
fact, when we reflect on tlie amount of fierce attack 
and recrimination which this unpretending and 
peaceful little volume elicited after the appearance 
of the fifth English edition, and the injury which it 
sustained from garbled and falsified editions, in not 
less than three unauthorized reprints, it would really 



introduction: 



seem as if this first edition, which "died a borning," 
had been typical of the stormy path to which the 
worlv was predestined. 

"I Gili Romaneskro," a gipsy ballad, was written 
both in the original and translation — that is to say, 
in the German gipsy and German English dialects — 
to cast a new liglat on the manj'-sided Bohemianism 
of Herr Breitmann. 

The readers of more than one English newspaper 
will recall that the idea of repi-esenting Breitmann 
as an Ulilan, scouting over France, and frequently 
laying houses and even cities under heavy contribu- 
tion, has occurred to very many of " Our Own." A 
spirited correspondent of the London Daily Tele- 
gy^aph^ and others of literar}^ fame, have familiarly 
referred to the XJlilan as Breitmann, indicating that 
the German-American free-lance has grown into a 
t^'pe; and more than one newspaper, anticipating 
this volume, has published Anglo-German poems 
referring to Hans Breitmann and tlie Prussian- 
French war. In several pamphlets written in 
Anglo-German rhymes, which appeared in London 



introduction: S5 

in 1871, Breitmnnn was made the representative 
type of the war by both the friends and opponents 
of Prussia, while during February of the same year 
Hans figured at the same time, and on the same 
evenings for several weelcs, on the stages of three 
London theatres. So many imitations of these 
poems were publislied, and so extensively and 
familiarly was Mr. Leland's hero spoken of as the 
exponent of the German cause, that it seemed to a 
writer at the time as if he had become " as regards 
Germany what John Bull and Brother Jonathan 
have long been to England and America." In con- 
nection with this remark, the following exti'act from 
a letter of the Special Correspondent of the London 
Daily Telegraph of August 29, IS'JO, may not be 
without interest : — 

" The Prussian Uhlan of 1810 seems destined to 
fill in French legendary chronicle the place which, 
during the invasions of 1814-15, was occupied by 
the Cossack. He is a great traveller. Nancy, Bar- 
le-Duc, Commercy, Rheims, Chalons, St. Dizier, 
Chaumont, have all heard of him. The Uhlan 



introduction; 



makes himself quite at home, and drops la, entirely 
in a friendly way, on ma3^ors and corporations, 
asking not only himself to dinner, but an indefinite 
number of additional Uhlans, who, he says, may be 
expected hourly. The TJhlan Avears a blue uniform 
turned up with yellow, and to the end of his lance 
is aflfixed a streamer intimately resembling a very 
dirty white pocket-handkerchief. Sometimes he - 
hunts in couples, sometimes he goes in threes, and 
sometimes in fives. When he lights upon a village, 
he holds it to ransom ; when he comes upon a city, 
he captures it, making it literally the prisoner of 
his bow and his spear. A writer in Blackwood^s 
Magazine once drove the people of Lancashire to 
madness by declaring that, in the Rebellion of 
1145, Manchester 'was taken by a Scots sergeant 
and a wench ;' but it is a notorious fact that Nancy 
submitted Avithout a murmur to five Uhlans, and 
that Bar-le-Duc was occupied by two. When the 
Uhlan arrives in a conquered city, he visits the 
ma3^or, and makes his usual inordinate demands for 
meat, drink, and cigars. If his demands are acceded 



INTBOBTICTION. 27 



to, he accepts everything with a grin. If he is re- 
fused, he remarks, lil^ewise with a grin, that he will 
come again to-morrow with three thousand light 
horsemen, and he gallops away; but in many cases he 
does not return. The secret of the fellow's success 
lies mainly in his unblushing impudence, his easy 
mendacity, and that intimate knowledge of every 
highway and byway of the country which, thanks to 
the military organization of the Prussian army, he 
has acquired in the regimental school. He gives 
himself out to be the precursor of an imminently 
advancing army, when, after all, he is only a boldly 
adventurous free-lance, who has ridden thirty miles 
across country on the chance of picking up some- 
thing in the way of information or victuals. Only 
one more touch is needed to complete the portrait 
of the Uhlan. His veritable name would seem to 
be Hans Breitmann, and his vocation that of a 
' bummer ;' and Breitmann, we learn from the pre- 
face to Mr. Leland's wonderful ballad, had a proto- 
type in a regiment of Pennsylvanian cavalry by the 
name of Jost, whose proficiency in 'bumming,' 



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otherwise ' looting,' in swearing, figliting, and drink- 
ing lager beer, raised him to a pitch of glory on tlie 
Federal side which excited at once the envy and the 
admiration of the boldest bush-whackers and the 
gauntest guerillas in the Confederate host." 

The present edition embraces all the Breitmann 
poems which have as yet appeared ; and the pub- 
lishers trust that in their collected form the}^ will be 
found much more attractive than in scattered 
volumes. Manj'- new lyrics, illustrating the hero's 
travels in Europe, have been added, and these, it is 
believed, are not inferior to their predecessors. 



Hans Breitmann's Party. 



HANS Breitmann gife a barty, 
Dey liad biano-blayin ; 
I felled in lofe mit a Merican frau, 
Her name vas Madilda Yane. 
She hat haar as prown ash a pretzel, 

Her eyes vas himmel-plue, 
Und ven dey looket indo mine, 
Dey shplit mine heart in two. 

Hans Breitmann gife a barty, 

I vent dere you'll pe pound. 
I valtzet mit Madilda Yane 

Und vent shpinnen round und round. 
De pootiest Fraeulein in de House, 

She vayed 'pout dwo hoondred pound, 
Und efery dime she gife a shoomp 

She make de vindows sound. 

Hans Breitmann gife a barty, 

I dells you it cost him dear. 
Dey rolled in more ash sefen kecks 

Of foost-rate Lager Beer. 
Und venefer dey knocks de shpicket iu 

De Deutschers gifes a cheer. 
I dinks dat so vine a barty, 

Nefer coom to a het dis year. 
(-0) 



HANS BREITMANN'S BALLADS. 

Hans Breitmann gife a barty ; 

Dere all vas Souse und Brouse, 
Veo de sooper corned in, de gompany 

Did make demselfs to house ; 
Dey ate das Brot and Gensy broost, 

De Bratwurst and Braten fine, 
Und vash der Abendessen down 

Mit four parrels of Neckarwein. 

Hans Breitmann gife a barty 

We all cot troonk asb bigs. 
I poot mine mout to a parrel of bier 

Und emptied it oop mit a schwigs. 
Und denn I gissed Madilda Yane 

Und she sblog me on de kop, 
Und de gompany fited mit daple-lecks 

Dill de copnshtable made oos sbtop. 

Hans Breitmann gife a barty — 

Wbere isli dat barty now ! 
Where ish de lofely golden cloud 

Dat float on de moundain's prow ? 
Where ish de himmelstrahlende Stern- 

De shtar of de shpirit's light ? 
All goned afay mit de Lager Beer — 

Afay in de ewigkeit ! 



Breitmann in Battle. 

" STuitc iapfw ausfuljrcre ^treitom d fvittris birsmmt 
potuerB trjagcrc lobwm." 

DEE FADEE UND DEH SOU. 

I dinks I'll go a fitin — outspoke der Breitemann, 
" It's eighdeeu hoonderd fordy eight since I kits 
swordt in hand ; 
Dese fourdeen years mit llecker all roostin I haf been, 
Boot now I kicks der Teufel oop and goes for 
sailin in." 

" If you go land out-ridin," said Caspar Pickletongue, 
" Foost ding you knows you cooms across some repels 

prave and young, 
Away down Sout' in Tixey, dey'll split you like a 

clam" — 
" For dat," spoke out der Breitmann, " I doos not 

gare one tarn !" 

Who der Teufel pe's de repels und vhere dey kits deir 

sass, 
If dey make a run on Breitmann he'll soon let out de 

gas; 
I'llshplit dem like kartoffels : I'll slog em on de kop; 
I'll set de plackguarts roonin so dey don't know vhere 

to shtop." 

(31) 



S2 HANS BREITMANN'8 BALLADS. 

Und den outshpoke der Breitmann, mit his schlaeger py 

his side : 
" Forvarts, my pully landsmen ! it's dime to run und 

ride ; 
Will riden, will fighten — der Copitain I'll pe, [rie !" 
It's sporn und horn und saddle now — all in de Cavall- 

Und ash dey rode troo Winchester, so herrlich to pe 

seen, 
Dere coomed some repel cavallrie a riden on de creen ; 
Mit a sassy repel Dootchman — an colonel in gommand : 
Says he, " Vot Teufel makes you here in dis mein 

Faderland ? 

"■ You're dressed oop like a shentleman mit your plack- 

guard Yankee crew. 
You mudsills and meganics ! Der Teufel put you troo ! 
Old Yank you ought to shtay at home uud dake your 

liddle horn,, 
Mit some oldt voomans for a noorse" — der Breitmann 

laugh mit shkorn. 

" Und should I trink mein lager-bier und roost mine 
self to home ? [thoum : 

Ife got too many dings like you to mash heueat' my 

In many a fray und fierce foray dis Deutschnian will be 
feared [hispeard." 

Pefore he stops dis vightin trade — 'twas dere he greyed 



BBEITMAXN m BATTLE. 



" I pools dat peard out by de roots— I gifes him soooh 
a dwist [tionist ! 

Dill all de pbod roons out, you tamned old Apoli- 

Your creenpacks mit your swordt und watch right ofer 
you moost shell, . [h-H '" 

Und den you goes to Libby straight— und after dat to 

" Mein creenpacks und mein schlaeger, I kits 'em in 
New York, [talk;" 

To gife dem up to creenhorns, young man, is not de 

De heroes shtopped deir sassin' here und grossed deir 
sabres dwice, 

Und de vay dese Deutschers vent to vork vos von pig 
ding on ice. 

Der younger fetch de older such a gottallmachty smack 
Der Breitmann dinks he really hears his skool go shplit 

und crack ; 
Der repel choomps dwelfe paces back, und so he safe 

his life : 
Der Breitmann says: "I guess dem choomps you 

learns dem of your vife." 

''If I should learn of vomans I dinks it vere a shame, 
Bei Gott I am a shentleman, aristograt, and game. 
My fader vos anoder — I lose him fery young — . 
Ter teufel take your soul ! Coom on ! I'll split your 
waggin' tongue \" 
3 



34 HANS BBEITMANN'S BALLADS. 

A Yankee drick der Breitmann dried — dat oldt gray- 
pearded man — [he ran. 

For ash the repel raised his swordt, beneat' dat swordt 

All roundt der shlim yoong repel's waist his arms oldt 
Breitmann pound, 

Und shlinged him down oopon his pack und laidt him 
on der ground. 

" Who rubs against olt kittle-pots may keep vite — if he 
can, [man ? 

Say vot you dinks of vightin now mit dis old shentle- 

Your dime is oop; you got to die, und I your breest 
vill pe ; 

Peliev'st dou in Moral Ideas ? If so I lets you free." 

" I don't know nix apout Ideas — no more dan pout 

Saint Paul, 
Since I peen down in Tixey I kits no books at all ; 
I'm greener ash de clofer-grass ; I'm shtupid as a 

shpoon ; 
I'm ignoranter ash de nigs — for dey takes de Tribune. 

" Mein fader's name vas Breitmann, I heard mein mut- 
ter say, 
She read de bapers dat he died after she rooned afay ; 
Dey say he leaf some broperty — berhaps ^twas all a 

sell— 
If I could lay mein hands on it I likes it mighty well." 



BBEITMANN IN BATTLE. 



" Und vas dy fader Breitmann ? Bist du his kit und kin ? 
Denn knowdat ichder Breitmann dein lieber Vater bin?" 
Der Breitmann poolled his hand-shoe oif und shocked 

him py de hand ; 
'' Ve'll hafe some trinks on strengt of dis — or else may 

I pe tam'd !" 

" Oh ! fader, how I shlog your kop/' der younger 

Breitmann said ; 
" I'd den dimes sooner had it coom right down on mine 

own headt !" 
" Oh, never mind — dat soon dry oop — I shticks him mit 

a blaster ; [der." 

If I had shplit you like a fish, dat vere an vorse tisas- 

Dis fight did last all afternoon — woJil to de fesper tide, 
Und droo de streeds of Vinchesder, der Breitmann he 

did ride. [tory ! 

Vot vears der Breitmann on his hat ? De ploom of fic- 
Who's dat aridin' pyhis side ? " Dis here's meinson," 

says he. 

How stately rode der Breitmann oop ! — how lordly he 
kit down ? [prown ! 

How glorious from de great pokal he drink de bier so 

But der Yunger bick der parrel oop und schwig him 
all at one. [mein son !" 

" Bei Gott ! dat settles all dis dings — I know dou art 



36 JIAI^^S BREITMANN'S BALLADS. 

Dcr one has got a fader ; de oder found a child. 

Bote ride oopon one war-path now in pattle fierce und 
wild. 

It naakes so glad our hearts to hear dat dey did so suc- 
ceed — 

Und damit hat sein' Ende DES jungen breitmann's 

LIED. 



Breitmann in Maryland. 



DER Breitmann mit his gompany, 
Rode out in Marylaudt. 
" Dere's nichts to trink in dis countrie; 
Mine treat's as dry as sand. 
It's light canteen und haversack, 
It's hoonger mixed mit doorst^ 
Und if we had some lager-bier 
I'd trink oontil I boorst. 

Gling, glang, gloria ! 
We'd trink oontil we boorst. 



BREITMANN IN MAE YL AND. 



'•' Herr Leut'nant, take a dozen men, 

Und ride dis land around ! 
Herr Feldwebel, go foragin' 

Dill somedings goot is found. 
Gotts-doonder ! men, go ploonder! 

We hafn't trinked a bit 
Dis fourdeen hours ! If I had bier 

I'd sauf oontil I shplit ! 
Gling, glang, gloria ! 

"We'd sauf oontil we sliplit !" 

At mitternacht a horse's hoofs 

Coom rattlin' troo de camp ; 
' Rouse dere ! — coom rouse der house dere ! 

Herr Copitain — we moost tromp ! 
De scouds have found a repel town, 

Mit repel davern near, 
A repel keller in de cround, 

Mit repel lager bier ! ! 
Gling, glang, gloria ! 

All fool of lager-bier ! 

Gottsdonnerkreuzschockschwerenoth ! 

How Breitmann broked de bush ! 
' let me see dat lager bier ! 

let me at him rush ! 
Und is mein sabre sharp und true, 

Und is mein war-horse o;oot ? 



38 HANS BEEITMANN'8 BALLADS. 

To get one quart of lager bier 

I'd shpill a sea of ploot. 

Gling, glang, gloria ! 

I'd shpill a sea of ploot. 

" Fuenf hoonderd repels hold de down, 

One hoonderd strong are we ; 
Who gares a tarn for all de odds 

Wenn men so dirsty pe." 
And in dey smashed and down dey crashed, 

Like donder-polts dey fly. 
Rush fort as der wild ya3ger cooms 

Mit blitzen troo de shky. 
Gling, glang, gloria ! 

Like blitzen troo de shky. 

How flewed to rite, how flewd to left 

De moundains, drees unt hedge ; 
How left uud rite de ya^ger corps 

Went donderin troo de pridge. 
Und splash und splosh dey ford de shtream 

Where not some pridges pe : 
All dripplin in de moondlight peam 

Stracks went de cavallrie ! 
Gling, glang, gloria ! 

Der Breitmann's cavallrie. 



BREITMANN IN MARYLAND. 



Und hoory, lioory on dey rote, 

Oonheedin vet or try ; 
Und horse und rider slinort und blowed, 

Und shparklin bepples fly. 
Ropp ! ropp ! I slimell de barley-prew ! 

Dere's somedings goot ish near. 
Ropp ! Ropp ! — I scent de kneiperei ; 

We've got to lager bier ! 
Gling, glang gloria ! 

We've got to lager bier ! 

Hei ! how de carpine pullets klinged 

Oopon de helmets hart ! 
Oh, Bveitmann — how dy sabre ringed; 

Du alter Knasterbart ! 
De contrapands dey sing for choy 

To see de rebs go down, 
Und hear der Breitmann grimly gry : 

Hoorah ! — we've dook de down. 
Gling, glang, gloria ! 
Victoria, victoria ! 

De Dootch have dook de down. 

Mid shout and crash and sabre flash, 

And wild husaren shout 
De Dootchmen boorst de keller in, 

Unt rolled de la^rer out ; 



40 BANS BREITMANN'8 BALLADS. 

And in the eoorlin powder shraoke, 

While shtill de pullets sung. 
Dere shtood der Breitmann, axe in hand, 
A knockin out de boong. 
Gling, glang, gloria ! 
Victoria ! Encoria ! 
De shpicket beats de boong. 

Gotts ! vot a shpree der Breitmann had 

While yet his hand was red, 
A trinkin lager from his poots 

Among de repel tead. 
'Twas dus dey went at mitternight 

Along der moundain side ; 
'Twas dus dey help make history ! 
Dis was der Breitmann's ride. 
Gling, glang, gloria ; 
Victoria ! Victoria ! 
Cer'visia, encoria ? 
De treadful mitnight ride 
Of Breitmann's wild Freischarlinger, 
All famous, broad, und wide. 



Breitmann as a Bummer. 



DER Sheueral Sherman holts oop on Lis coorse. 
rio shtops at de gross-road und reins iu his horse. 
" Dere's a ford on de rifer dis day we moost dake, 
Or elshe de grand army in bieces shall preak !" 
Ten shoost ash dis vord from his lips had gone bast, 

There coomed a young orterly gallopin fast, 
Who grymit amazement: "Here Shen'ral ! GootLord I 
Dat hummer der Breitmann ish lioldin der ford !" 

Der Shen'ral he ootered no hymn und no psalm, 

But opened his lips und he priefly say " D n ! 

Dere moost hafe been viskey on dat side der rifer ; 

To get it dose shaps would set hell in a shiver, 
But now dat dey hold it, ride quick to deir aid : 

Ho Sickles ! move promp'ly, send down a prigade 
Dat Dootchman moost work mighty hard mit his sword 

If againsd a whole army he holds to de ford." 

Dey spoored on, dey hoory'd on, gallopin shtraight, 

But for Breitmann help coomed shust a liddle too late, 
For ash de Lauwine goes smash mit her pound. 

So on to de Bummers de repels coom down : 
Heinrich von Schinkenstein's tead in de road, 

Dieterich Hinkelbein's flat ash a toad 3 
Und Sepperl — Tyroler — shpoke nefer a vord, 

But shoost '■'Mutter Gottes !" — und died in de ford. 
(W 



^2 BANS BREITMANN'S BALLADS. 

Itscli'l of Innspruck ish drilled troo de hair, 

Einer aus Boeblingen — lie too vasli dere — 
Karli of Karlisruh's sliot near de fence, 

(His horse vash o'erloadet mit toorkies und hens,) 
Und dough he like a ravin mad cannibal fought, 

Yet der Breitmann-der capt'n-der hero vash caught; 
Und de last dings ve saw, he was tied mit a cord, 

For de repels had goppled him oop at de ford. 

Dey shtripped off his goat und skyugled his poots, 

Dey dressed him mit rags of a repel recruits ; 
But von grey-haared oldt veller shmiled crimly uud bet 

Dat Breitman vouldt pe a pad egg for dem, yet. 
' He has more on his pipe as dem vellers allows ; 

He has cardts yet in hand und das Spiel ist nicht aus, 
Dey '11 find dat dey took in der teufel to board, 

De day dey pooled Breitmann well ofer de ford." 

In de Bowery each bier-haus mit crape vas oop- done, 

Vea dey read in de bapers dat Breitmann vas gone; 
Und de Dootch all cot troonk oopon lager und wein. 

At the great Trauer-fest of de Toorner Verein 
Dere vas wein-en mit weinen ven beoples did dink 

Dat Sherman's great Sherman cood nefer more trink. 
Und in Villiam Shtreet veepin und vailen vas hoor'd, 

Pecause der Haus Breitmann vas lost at de ford. 



SECONLT PAEDT. 

IJV dulcejuhilo now ve all sings, 
A-waivin de panners like avery dings. 
De preeze troo de bine-drees isli cooler und salt, 
Und der Shen'ral is merry venefer ve lialt; 
Loosty und merry lie sclimells at de preeze, 
Lustig und Jieiter he looks troo de drees, 
lustig und Jieiter asli veil he may pe, 

For Sherman, at last, has marched down to the sea ! 

Dere's a gry from de guart— dere's a clotter und dramp, 

Ven dat fery same orterly rides troo de camp, 
Who report on de ford. Dere ish droples and awe 

In de face of de youf ' apout somedings he saw; 
Und he shpeak me in Frseatsch, like he always do : 
*' Look ! [his spook ! 

Sagre pleu ! fentre Tieu ! — dere ish Breitmann — • 
He ish goming dis way ! Nom de garce ! can it pe 

Dat de spooks of te tead men coom down to de sea !" 

Und ve looks, und ve sees, und ve tremples mit tread, 

For risin' all swart on de efenin red 
Vas Johannes — der Breitmann — der war es, bei Gott ! 

Coom ridin to oos-ward, right shtrait to de shpot ! 
All mouse-still ve shtood, yet mit oop-shoompiu hearts, 

For he look shoost so pig ash de shiant of de Hartz ; 
Und I heard de Sout Deutschers say "Ave Morie ! 

Braise Gott all goot shpirids py land und py sea I" 
(43) 



U EANS BBEITMAKN'S BALLADS. 

Boot Itzig of Frankfort lie lift oop his nose, 

Und be-mark dat de slipook hat peen changin his 
clothes, 
For he seemed like an Generalissimus drest 

In a vlamin new coat and magnificent vest. 
Six bistols beschlagen mit silber he wore, 

Und a gold mounted swordt like an Kaisar he bore, 
Und ve dinks dat de ghosdt — or votever he pe — 

Moost hafe proken some panks on his vay to de sea. 

" Id is he V " Und er leht nocJi ! he lifes," ve all say : 

Der Breitmann — Oldt Breitmann ! — Hans Breit- 
mann ! Herr Je !" 
Und ve roosh to emprace him, and shtill more ve find 

Dat vherefer he'd peen, he'd left noding pehind. 
In bote of his poots dere vas porte-moneys crammed, 

Mit creen-packs stoof full all his haversack jammed. 
In his bockets cold dollars were shingliu' deir doons 

Mit two doozen votches und four doozen shpoons, 
Und dwo silber tea-pods for makiu' his dea, 

Der ghosdt hafe pring mit him, e7i route to de sea. 

Mit goot sweed-botatoes, und doorkies, und rice, 
Ve makes him a sooper of avery dings nice. 

Und de bummers hoont roundt apout, alle wle ein, 
Dill dey findt a plantaschion mit parrels of wein,. 



BREITMANN A8 A BUMMER. 45 

Den t'vas " here's to you, Breitmann ! Alt Schwcd' — 
hist zuruck ? 
Yot teufels you makes since dis fourteen nights 
week ?" 
Und ve holds von shtupendous und derriple shpree 
For choy dat der Breitmann has got to de sea. 

But in fiiin tid ve ashk vhere der Breitmann hat peen, 
Vot he tid ; vot he pass troo — or vot he might seen ? 

Vhere he kits his vine horse, or who gafe him dem 
woons, 

Und how Brovidence plessed him mit tea-pods und 
shpoons ? 

For to all of dem queeries he only reblies 

" If you dells me no quesdions, I ashks you no lies !" 

So 'twas glear dat some derriple mysh'dry moost pe 
Vhere he kits all dat ploonder he priogs to de sea. 

Dere ish bapers in Richmond dells derriple lies 

How Sherman's grand armee hafe raise deir sooplies : 
For ve rcadt in hrindt dat der Sheneral Grant 

Say de bummers hafe only shoost dake vat dey vant. 
But 'tis vhispered dat vhile a refolfer'll go round 

Der Breit:\ianx vill nefer a peggin' be found ; 
Or shtarvin' ash brisner — by doonder ! — not he, 

Vhile der teufel could help him to ged to de sea. 



Breitmann in Kansas. 

VONCE oopon a dimes, goot vhile afder der war 
vas ofer, der Herr Breitmann vent oud West, 
drafellin apout like aferj dings — " circuivit 
terrain et perambulavit earn," ash der Tyfel said ven 
dey ask him : " how vash you and how you has peen ?" 
Yon efenings he vas drafel mit some ladies und 
shendlemans, und he shtaid incognitus. Und dey singed 
songs, dill py und py one of de ladies say : " Ish any 
podies here ash know de crate pallad of Hans Breit- 
niann's Barty ?" Den Hans say: ^^ Ecce GaUus.'.l 
am dat rooster !" Den der Hans dook a trink und a 
let-bencil und a biece of baper, and goes iudo himself 
a little dimes und denn coomes out again mit dis boem : 
Hans Breitmann vent to Kansas j 

He drafel fast und far. 
He rided shoost drei dousand miles 

All in von rail-roat car. 
He knowed foost rate how far he goed — ■ 

He gounted all de vile. 
Dere vash shoost one bottle of champagne, 

Dat bopped at efery mile. 
Hans Breitmann vent to Kansas ; 

I dell you vot my poy. 
You bet dey hat a pully dimes 
In crossin Illinoy. 
(46) 



BREITMANN IN KANSAS. 47 

Dey speaked dere speaks to all de folk 

A shtandin in de car; 
Den ask dem in to dake a trink, 

Und corned em ganz und gar. 

Hans Breitmann vent to Kansas ; > 

By sliings ! dey did it prown. 
Ven he cot into Leafenvort, 

He found himself in town. 
Dey dined him at de Blanter's House, 

More goot as man could dink; 
Mit avery dings on eart to eat, 
Und dwice as mooch to trink. 

Hans Breitmann vent to Kansas ; 

He vent it on de loud. 
At EUsvort, in de prairie land, 

He foundt a pully crowd. 
He looked for bleedin' Kansas, 

But dat's " blayed out," dey say ; 
De whisky keg's de only dings 

Dat's bleedin' der to-day. 

Hans Breitmann vent to Kansas, 

To see vot he could hear. 
He foundt soom Deutschers dat exisdt 

Py makiu' lager bier. 



IIAXS BBEITMA^s^N' S BALLADS. 

Says he: " Wie gelits du Alt Gesellf 

But no dings could be heard; 
Dey'd growed so fat in Kansas 

Dat dey couldn't speak a vord. 

Hans Breitmann veut to Kansas ; 

Py sliings ! I dell you vot. 
Von day lie met a crisly bear 

Dat rooshed bim down, hei Gott ! 
Boot der Breitmann took und bind der bear, 

Und bleased him fery much — 
For efery vordt der crisly growled 

Vas goot Bavarian Dutch ! 

Hans Breitmann vent to Kansas ! 

By donder dat is so ! 
He ridet out upon de plains 

To shase de boofalo. 
He fired his rifle at the bools, 

Und gallop troo de shmoke, 
Und shoomp de canyons shoost as if 

Der tyfel vas a choke ! 

It's hey de trail to Santa Fe j 

It's ho ! agross de plain. 
It's lope along de Denver road, 

Until we toorn again. 



BREITMANN m KANSAS. 



40 



Und de railroad dravel after us 

Apout as quick as we ; 
Dis Kansas ish de fastest land 

Asli efer I did see. 

Hans Breitmann vent to Kansas ; 

He have a pully dime ; 
Bu 'tvas in oldt Missouri 

Dat dey rooshed him up sublime. 
Dey took him to der Bilot Nob, 

Und all der nobs around ; 
Dey spreed him und dey tea'd him 

Dill dey roon him to de ground. 

Hans Breitmann vent to Kansas ; 

Troo all dis earthly land, 
A vorkin out life's mission here 

Soobyectifly und grand. 
Some beoblesh runs de beautiful, 

Some works philosophie; 
Der Breitmann solfe de infinide 

Ash von eternal shpree ! 



Die SchoDiie Wittwe. 

(de pooty vidder.) 
Vot de Yankee Chap sung. 



DAT pooty liddle vidder • 
Vot we dosh'nt vish to name, 
Ish still leben on dat liddle shtreet, 

A-doin' sliuss de same. 
De glerks aroundt de gorners 

Somedimes goes round to zee 
How die tarlin liddle vitchy ees, 

Und ask 'er how ste pe. 
Dey lofes lier ver' goot liquoer, 

Dey lofes her liddle slitore; 
Dey lofes her liddle paby, 

But dey lofes die vidder more. 
To dalk mit dat shveet vidder, 

Ven she hands das lager round, 
Vill make der shap dat does id 

Pe happy, ve'll be pound. 
Dat ish if ve can veil pelieve 

De glerks vat drinks das peer, 
Who goes in dere for noding elshe, 

Put simply for to zee her." 
(50) 



How der Breitmann cut him out. 



OH yes I know die wittwe, 
Mit eyes so prite und proun ! 
She's de allerschoenste wittwe 

Vot live in dis here town. 
In her plack silk gown — mine grashious !- 

All puttoned to de neck — 
Und a pooty liddle collar, 

Mitout a shpot or shpeck. 
Ho ! clear de drack you oder fraus — , 

Yon cant pegin to shine 
Ven de lofely vidder cooms along — 

Dis vidder ash ish mine! 
Ho ! clear de drack you Yankee chaps, 

You Englishers und sooch. 
You cant pegin to coot me out, 

Mit out you dalks in Dootch. 
Ich hab die schoerie wittwe 

Schon lange nit gesehn, 
Ich sah sie gestern Abend 

Wohl bei dem Counter stehn. 
Die Wangen rein wie Milch und Blut, 

Die Augen hell und klar. 
Ich hab sie sechsmal auch gekusst — 

Potztausend ! das ist wahr. 
(51) 



Breitmann and the Turners. 

HANS Breitmann choined de Turners 
Novemper in de fall, 
Und dey gifed a boostin' bender 
All in de Toorner Hall. 
Dere coomed de whole Gesangverein 

Mit der Liederlicb Aepfel Chor, 
Und dey blowed on de drooms und stroomed 
on de fifes 
Till dey couldn't refife no more. 
Hans Breitmann choined deToorners, 

Dey all set oop some shouts, 
Dey took'd him into deir Toorner Hall, 
Und poots him a course of shprouts, 
Dey poots him on de barrell-hell pars 
Und shtauds him oop on his head, 
Und dey poomps de beer mit an enchine hose 
In his mout' dill he's 'pout half tead ! 

Hans Breitmann choined de Toorners ; — 

Dey make shimnastig dricks 
He stoot on de middle of de floor, 

Und put oop a fifdy-six. 
Und den he trows it to de roof, 

Und schwig off a tread ful trink : 
De veight coom toomple pack on his headt, 

Und py shinks ! he didn't vink 1 
(53) 



BBEITMANN AND THE TURNERS. 53 

Hans Breitmanu choined de Toorners : — 

Mein Gott ! how dey drinked und shwore 
Dere vas Schwabians und Tyrolers, 

Und Bavarians by de score. 
Some Tellers coomed from de Rlieinland, 

Und Frankfort-on-de-Main, 
Boot dere vas only von Sharman dere, 

Und he vas a Hol&tein Dane. 

Hans Breitmann choined de Toorners, 

Mit a Limpurg' cheese he coom; 
Ven he open de box it schmell so loudt 

It knock de musik doomb. 
Ven de Deutschers kit de flavor. 

It coorl de haar on dere head ; 
Boot dere vas dwo Amerigans dere; 

Und, py tarn ! it kilt dem dead ! 

Hans Breitmann choined de Toorners; 

De ladies coomed in to see ; 
Dey poot dem in de blace for de gals, 

All in der gal-lerie. 
Dey ashk : " Vhere ish der Breitmann ?" 

And dey dremple mit awe and fear 
Ven dey see him schwingen py de .toes, 

A trinken la2:er bier. 



54 HANS BREITMANN'S BALLADS. 

Hans Breitmann choined de Toorners : — 

I dells you vot py tarn ! 
Dey sings de great Urbummellied : 

De holy Sharman psalm. 
Und ven dey kits to de gorus 

You ought to hear dem dramp ! 
It scared der Teufel down below 

To hear de Dootchmen stamp. 

Hans Breitmann choined de Toorners : — 

By Donner ! it vas grand, 
Then de whole of dem goes a valkin' 

Und dancin' on dere hand, 
Mit de veet all wavin' in de air, 

Gottstausend ! vot a dricks ! 
Dill der Breitmann fall und dey all go down 

Shoost like a row of bricks. 

Hans Breitmann choined de Toorners, 

Dey lay dere in a heap, 
And slept dill de early sonnen shine 

Come in at de window creep; 
And de preeze it vake dem from deir dream, 

And dey go to kit deir feed : 
Here hat' dis song an Ende — 

Das ist Des Breitmannslied. 



Ballad 







ER noble Ritter Hugo 

Von Schwillensaufenstein, 
Rode out mit shpeer and helmet, 
Und lie coom to de panks of de Rhine. 

Und oop dere rose a meer maid, 

Vot hadn't got nodings on, 
Und she say, "■ Oh, Ritter Hugo, 

Vhere you goes mit yourself alone ?" 

And he says, " I rides in de Greenwood 

]\lit helmet und mit shpeer, 
Till I cooms into em Gasthaus, 

Und dere I trinks some beer." 

Und den outshpoke de maiden 

Yot hadn't got nodings on : 

" I tont dink mooch ol beoplesh 

Dat goes mit demselfs alone. 

" You'd petter coom down in de wasser, 
Yere deres heaps of dings to see, 
Und hafe a shplendid tinner 
Und drafel along mit me. 

(55; 



5G BANS BBEITMANN'S BALLADS. 

" Dere you sees de fisch a scliwimmin, 
Und you catches deni efery one :" — 
So sang dis wasser maiden 
Vot hadn't got nodings on. 

" Dere ish drunks all full mit money 
In ships dat vent down of old; 
Und you helpsh yourself, by dunder ! 
To shimmeria crowns of gold. 

" Shoost look at dese shpoons und vatches! 
Shoost see dese diamant rings ! 
Coom down und full your bockets, 
Und I'll giss you like avery dings. 

"Vot you vantsh mit your schnapps und lager? 
Coom down into der Rhine ! 
Der ish pottles der Kaiser Charlemagne 
Vonce filled mit gold-red wine !" 

Dat fetched him — he shtood all shpell pound 3 

She pooled his coat-tails down, 
She drawed him oonder der wasser, 

De maidens mit nodings on. ) 



Hans Breitmann's Christmas. 



"Hxc est illn bona dies , "NnUua metus, nee lalores, 

Et vocata lata quies Nulla cura, nee doloreg, 

Vina sitientibus. | Sint in hoc aymposio." 

[Be Generibua Ebriosorum, Francoforti ad Mcenum, A. D. 1565.] 

ID vas on "Weihnachtsabend — vot Ghristmas Efe dey 
call— 
Der Breitmann mit his Breitmen tid rent de Musik 
Hall ; 
Ash. de Breitmen und die vomen who were in de Lie- 

derkranz 
Vouldt plend deir souls in harmonie to have a bleasin 
tantz. 

Dey reefed de Hall 'mid pushes so nople to be seen, 
Aroundt Beethoven's buster dey on-did a garlandt creen; 
De laties vork like tyfels two days to scroob de vloor, 
Und hanged a crate serenity mit Willkomm ! oop de toor ! 

Und vhile dere vas a Schwein-blatt whose redakteur tid 

say: 
Dat Breitmann he vas liederlich vet antworded disaway, 
Ve maked anoder serenity mid ledders plue und red : 
" Our Leader lick de repels ! N. G." (enof gesaid.) 

Und anoder serene dransparency ve make de veller 

baint, 

Boot de vay he potch und vertyfeled it vas enof to 

shvear a saint, 

(57) 



5S HANS BREITMANN'S BALLADS. 

For ve vanted La Germania — boot der ardist mit a 

bloonder 
Vent und vlorisbed Lager agross id — und denn poot 

Mania oonder ! 

Und as Ghristmas Efe was gekommen de beoples weren 

im Hall, 
I sbvears you id vas Gott-full — dat sbplendit, pe-glo- 

ried ball? 
Ve hat foon wie der Teufel in Frankreicli — we coot oop 

like ter tyfel in France, 
Und valk pair-wise in, while de musik blayed loudt de 

Fackel-Tanz. 

But ven de valtz shtrike oopwart we most went out of fits, 
Ash der Breitmann led off on a dwister mid de lofely 

Helmina Schmitz. 
He valtz shoost like he vas shtandin shtill, mit a peau- 

diful solemn shmile, 
Und 'Mina say he nafer shtop poussiren allaweil. 

" Es toent, es rauschet Saitenklang — I hear de musik 

call 
Den kerzenhellen Saal entlang — all troo de gleamin 

Hall, 
moecht ich schweben stolz und froh — mighdt I 

efer pe 
Mit dir durchs ganze Leben so ! — my Lebenlang by dee." 



EAN8 BEEITMANN'S CHRISTMAS. 59 

Und faster play de musik de Wellen und Wogcn von 

Strauss ; 
Und some drop into de tantzen und some of dem drop 

aus; 
Und soon like a shtorm in de Meere I feel de reelin vloor, 
So de shpinners shtop mit de shpinsters, for dey couldn't 

slipin no more. 

Now weren ve all frolic, und lauter guter ding, 

Und dirsty ash a broosh-pinder — ven ve hear some 

glsesses ring; 
Foorst mild und sonft in de distants — like de song of a 

nightingoll, 
Den a ringin und rottlin und clotterin— ash de Gluck 

of Edenhall ? 

Hei ! how we roosh on de liquor ! — hei ! how de kell- 

ners coom ! 
Hei ! how we busted de bier kegs und poonished de 

Punsch a la Rhum, 
Like lonely wafes at mitternight oopon some shiant 

shore ; 
Like an awful shtorm in de Wselder — was de dirsty 

Deutschers' roar ! 

I pyed some carts for a dime abiece— I pyed shoost 

fifdy-dwo. 
Dey were goot for bier, or schnapps, or wein— py don- 

der how dey flew! 



GO BA^^S BBEITMANN'S BALLADS. 

I ring de deck on de vaiters for liquor hot und cool, 
Und avery dime I blays a cart, py stings, I rake de 
pool ! 

Und ash ve trinked so comforble, like boogs in any roog, 
De trompets blowed tan da ra dei, und dere coom in a 

Maskenzug, 
A peaudiful brocession, soul-raisin und sooplime, 
De marmorbilds of de heroes of de early Sherman dime. 

Dere vent der gross Arminius, mit his frau Thusnelda, 

too, 
De vellers ash lam de Romans dill dey roon mit noses 

plue, 
Den vollowed Quiuctilius Varus, who carry a Roman 

yoke, 
Und arm-in-arm mit Gambrinus come der Allemane 

Chroc. 

Der alte Friedrich Rothbart, und Kaiser Karl der crate, 
Mit Roland und Uliverus ven shveepin on in shtate ; 
Und Conradin whose sad-full deaf shtill makes our 

heartsen pleed, 
Und all of dem oldt vellers aus dem Niblungen Lied. 

Und as dey mofed on, der Breitmann maked a tyfeled 

shplendid witz 
In anti-word to dis quesdion from de lofely '3Iina 

Schmitz : 



HANS BREITMANN'S CHRISTMAS. 61 

" \y ish id dey always makes in shtone dem vellers so 
andiquatet ?" 

"Yy — dey set in de laps of Ages dill dey got lapi- 
dated !" 

Uud shoost ash de last of dis hisdory hat fonished troo 

de toor, 
Ve heardt a ge-screech, und Pelz Nickel coom howlin 

on de vloor ; 
Den de laties yell like der tyfel, und vly like gulls mit 

vings, 
Und der Peltz Nickel lick em mit svitches und ve 

laughed like averydings. 

I nefer hafe sooch laughen before dat I was geborn, 
Und Pelz Nickel ven 'twas ober he blow on a yfeger horn 
Und denounce do all de beople gesembled in de hall : 
Dat a Ghristmas dree vas vaiten mit bresents for oos all ! 

So ve vollowed him into de zimmer so quick ash dese 

vords he said, 
To kit dem peaudiful bresents, all gratis und on de dead, 
Und in facdt a shplendid Weihnachtsbaum mid lighds 

ve druly found, 
Und liddel kifts dat ge-kostet a benny abiece all round I 

Dere vas Rika Stange die Dessauerinn — a maedchen 

shtraigdt und tall, 
She got a bicture of Cupid — boot she didn't see it at all 



63 HANS BEIETMANN'S BALLADS. 

Dill der Breitmann say mit his shplendid shtyle dat all 

de laties dake : 
" Dat pead of de bow is de Grecian pend dat you so 

ofden make !" 

Anoder scharmante laty, Maria Top, did got 
A schwingin mid a ribbon, a liddle benny pot; 
Boot Breitmann bafe id de roughest of any oder mans? 
For be kit a yellow gratle mit a liddle wooden Hans. 

Den next Beethoven's Sinfonie, die orkester did blay ; 
Adagio — allegro — andante cantabile. 
We sat in shtill commotion so dat a bin migbdt drops, 
Und de deers roon town der Breitmann's sheeks mit- 
whiles he was trinkin schnapps. 

Next dings ve bad de Weinnachtstraum gesung by de 

Liederkranz. 
Denn I trinked dwelf scboppens of glee wine to sod me 

oop for a tanz ; 
Dis dimes I tanz wie der Tyfel — we shriek de volk on 

de vloor ; 
Und boost right indo de sooper room — for ve tanzt a 

hole troo de door ! 

Denn 'twas rowdy tow und hop-sossa, ve hollered, Mann 

und Weib ; 
"Rip Sam und sed her oop acain ! — vc're all of de 

Shackdaw tribe !" 



HANS BREITMANN'S CHRISTMAS. 63 

Venn Pelz Nickel blow liis trump once more, und peg 

peg cos to slitop our din, 
Und troo de open toor dere corned nine denpins 

marchin in. 

Nine Tellers tressed like denpins — dey goed to der end' 
der hall, 

Und dwo Hans Wurst, shack-puddin glowns — dey rolled 
at em mit a pall. 

De palls vas painted peaudiful ; dey vas vifdeen feet 
aroundt; 

Und de rule of de came : whoefer cot hidt moost doom- 
pie on de croundt. 

Somedimes dey hit de denpins — somedimes de oder 

volk— 
Und pooty soon de gompany was all laid out in shoke ; 
Boot I tells you vot it makes oos laugh dill ve py nearly 

shplits, 
Ven der Breitmann he roll ofer and drip up de Mina 

Schmitz. 

Dis lets itself in Sherman pe foost-rade word-blayed on, 
Und mongst oos be giftet vellers you pet dat it vas tone I 
How der Breitmann mighdt drafel as brideman on de 

roadt dat ish hreit and Jcrumni; 
Here de drumpets soundt, and pair-wise ve goed for de 

sooper room. 



64 HAN'S BEEITMANN'8 BALLADS. 

Ve goed for ge-roasted Welsh-hens, ve goed for ge- 

spickter hare, 
Ve goed for kartoffel salade mit butter brod — Kaviar ; 
Ve roosh at de lordtly sauer-kraut und de wursfc vich 

lofely shine, 
Und oh mein Grott in Kimmel ! how we goed for de 

Mosel-wein ! 
Und troonker more, und troonker yet, und troonker shtill 

got ve, 
In rosy lighdt shtill drivin on agross a fairy see ; 
Den madder, wilder, frautic-er I proked a salat dish ! 
Und shoost like roarin elefants ve tanzt aroundt de tish. 

I'fe shvimmed in heafenly troonks pefore — boot nefer 

von like dis, 
De morgen-het-ache only seemt a bortion of de bliss. 
De while in trilling peauty roundt like heafenly vind- 

.harps rang 
A goosh of golden melodie — de Rhineweinbechers 

Klang. 

De meltin minnesingers song — a droonk of honeyd 

rhyme — ■ 
De b'wildrin-dipsy Bardic shants of Teutoburgic dime, 
Back to de runic dim Valhall und Balder 's foam in 

mead; 
Here ents in heller glorie schein des Breitmann's 

"VVeihnachtslied ! 



Der Preischuetz. 



WIE geht's my frients — if you'll allow, 
I sings you rite avay slioosfc now 
Some dretful shdories vitch dey calls 
Der Freyschuetz ; or, de Magic Balls. 

Wolil ia Bobemiaa land it cooms, 
Where folks trinks prandy mate of plums; 
Dere lifed ein Yager — Maxerl Sclimit, 
Who shot mit goons and nefer hit. 

TJnd dere vas one old Yager, who 
Says, " Maxerl, dis vill nefer do ; 
If you should miss on trial day, 
Dere'l pe de tyfel den to pay. 

" If you do miss, you shtupid goose, 
Dere'l pe de donnerwetter loose; 
For you shant have mine taughter's hand, 
Nor pe de Hertshog's yagersmann." 

It coomed pefore de day was set, 
Dat all de chaps togeder met, 
Und Maxerl fired his bix and missed, 
Und all de gals cot round and hissed. 
S (65) 



CS HANS BREITMANN'S BALLADS. 

Dey lauglied pefore, and liissed pehind ; 
Put one claap, Kaspar, set : " tont mind ! 
I dells you what, you stuns 'em alls, 
If yoost you shoot niit magic palls." 

"De magic palls — oli vot is dat !" 
"I got dem in mine hoontin hat ; 
De're plack as kohl und shoot so true, 
Oh dems de sort of palls for you. 

" You see dat eagle fljin high, 
Ein hoondred miles up in de sky? 
Shoot at dat eagle mit your bix, 
You kills him dead as doouderblix." 

" I tont pelieve de dings you say." 
" You' fool," says Kass, "den plaze avay !'* 
He plazed avay, ven sure as blood, 
Down coomed de eagle iu de mud. 

" teas t'st das P" said Maxerl Schmit, 
" ^y — dat's de eagle vat you hit. 
You kills um vhen you plaze avay; 
But dat's a ting you nix ferstay. 

'' Und you moost go to make dem balls 
To de Wolf's Glen ven mitnight falls ; 
Dow knowst de shpot? — alone and late" — 
" ja — I knows him ganz foost-rate." 



DEB FREISCnVETZ. 



"■ But denn I does not likes to go 

Among dem dings." Says Kass, ^'Ach sho ! 

I'll help you fix dem tyfel chaps; 

Like a goot fellow — take some schnapps ! 

'XmifZamid! hilf!) — Here, trink some more !' 
Pen Kass vent shtomping roundt de floor, 
TTnd coomed his hoomboogs ofer Schmit, 
Till Max said ''Nun — ich gehe mil !" 

All in de finster mitfernockt, 
When oder folks in shleep vas locked, 
Down in de Wo/foscldncht Kass did try 
His tyfel-strikes und hexerei. 

Mit skools and pones he made a ring, 
De howls aTid spooks pegin to sing; 
Und all de tyfols oonter ground 
Coome breaking loose and rusbin round. 

Den Maxerl cooms along ; says he, 
" Mein Gott ! what dings is dis I see ! 
I dinks de fery tyfel und all 
Moost help to make dem magic pall. 

" I vish dat I had nix cum rous, 
Und shtaid mineself in bett to house " 
''HlJf ZamielV cried Kass, "you whelp { 
You red Dootch tyfel— coom und help !" 



CS HAWS BBEITMANN'S BALLADS. 

Den up dere coomed a tredful shtorm, 
'' De todtengrips aroundt did schwarm ; 
De howl joomped oop und flapt his vings, 
Und turned his het like averydings. 

Up troo de groundt here coomed a pot, 
Mit leadt und dings to make de shot; 
Und hoellisch fire in crimson plaze, 
Und awful schmells like Schweitzer kges'. 

Across de scene a pine shtick flew, 
Mit seferal jail-pirds fastent to, 
Six treadful jail-birds, mit deir vings 
Tied to de shticks mit magic shtrings. 

All troo de air, all in a row, 
Die loilde Jagd was seen to go; 
De hounts und deer all made of pone, 
Und hoonted by a skilleton. 

Dere coomed de dretful shpectre pig 
Who shpitten fire, away did dig; 
Und fiery drocks und tyfel-snake 
A scootin troo de air tid preak. 

But Kass he tidn't mind dem alls, 
But casted out de pullet palls ; 
Six was to go as dey wouldt like, 
De sevent moost for de tyfel strike. 



BEE FREI8CEUETZ. 



At last oopon de trial day 
De gals coomed round so nice and gay ; 
Und denn dey goes and makes a tanz 
Und stinged apout de Junrjfernkranz. 

Und denn der Hertsliog — dat's de Dukc- 
Cooms down und dinks he'll take a look; 
" Young mans," to Maxerl denn says he, 
" Shoost shoot dem dove upon dat dree !" 

Denn Maxerl pointed mit de bix — 
" Potzblitz !" says he, " dat dove I'll fix !' 
He fired his rifle at de Tauh, 
When Kass rolled over in de Stauh. 

De pride she failed too in de dust, 
De gals dey cried — de men dey cussed : 
De Hertshog says, " It's fery clear 
Dat dere has peen some tyfels here ; 

"Und Max has shot mit tyfels-i?et. 
Pfui! — die verjluchte Hexerei ! 
3Iaxhnilian ! du 
Gehst nit mit rechten Dingen zu !" 

But den a hermits coomed in late, 
Says he, ''I'll fix dese dings foost-rate." 
Und telld de Hertshog dat young men 
Will raise der tyfel now and denri^. 



HANS BREITMANN'S BALLADS. 

De Duke forgifed de Kaspar dann 
Und made of him ein ifagersmann, 
What shoots mit bisen gua and pfeil, 
Und talks apout de Waklnicumslieil. 

Und denn de pride she coomed to life, 
Und cot to pe de Maxerl's wife ; 
Den all de beoples cried Hoorah ! 
Das i&t recht hrao ! und hopsasa ! 



Moral. 

Py dis dings may pe oondershtood 
Dat vhat is pad vorks ofden goot : 
Or, Maximilia Maximil- 
ihus curantur — if you will. 



Breitmann about Town. 



DER Schwackeuhammer coom to down, 
Pefore de Fall vas past, 
Und by der Breitmann drawed he in 
xVsK dreimals honored gast. 
Led's see de sighdts ! In self und worldt,- 

Dere's "sighdts" for him, to see, 
Who Selbstanschaungsvermoegen hat, 
Said Breitemann, said he. 

Dey vented to de Opera Haus, 

Und dere dey vound em blayin'. 
Of Offenbach, ( der open hrook,) 

His show spiel Belle Helene. 
'Dere's Offenbach, — Sebastian Bach, — 

Mit Kaulbach, — dat makes dree : 
I alvays likes soosh hroohs ash dese ." 

Said Breitemann, said he. 

Dey vented to de Bibliothek, 
Vhich Mishder Asior bilt : 
Some pooks vere only en hroschure, 

Und some vere pound und gilt. 
' Dat makes de gold — dat makes de sinn, 

Mit pooks, ash men, ve see, 
De pest tressed vellers gilt de most :" — 
Said Breitemann, said he. 
(71) 



JIANS BREITMANN'S BALLALS. 

Dey vent to see an edider, 

Who'd shanged his flag und doon, 
Und crowed oopon der oder side, 

Dat very afdernoon. 
" De anciends vorshipped wetter-cocks, 

To wetter /awes pent de knee; 
Pow down, mein Schwackenhammer, pow 1" 

Said Breitemann, said he. 

Dey vented py a panker's hause, 

Und Schwackenhammer shvore, 
Id only vant a pig red shield 

Hoong oop pefore de toor ; 
One side of red, one side of gold, 

Like de knighd's in hisdorie — 
^' De schildern of dat schild is rich," 

Said Breitemann, said he. 

Dey vent oonto a hicture sale, 

Of frames wort' many a cent, 
De broberty of a shendleman, 

AVho oonto Europe vent. 
" Dont gry — he'll soon pe pack again 

Mit anoder gallerie : 
He sells dem oud dwelf dimes a year," 

Said Breitemann, said he. 



BREITMANN ABO UT TO WN. 



Dey vented to dis berson's house, 

To see his furnidure, 
Sold oud at aucdiou rite afay, 

Berembdory und sure. 
' He geeps six houses all at vonce 

Each veek a sale dere pe, 
Gotts ! vat a dime his vife moost hafe !"— 

Said Breitemann, said he. 



Dey vent to vind a goot cigar, 

Long dimes dey roamed apout. 
Yon veller had a pran new sort, 
De fery latest out.' 
" Mein freund — I dinks you errs yourself 
De shmell ish oldt to me ; 
De Infamras Stinhadores brand, "- 
Said Breitemann, said he. 

Dey vented to de virst hotel, 

De prandy make dem creep, 
A trop of id's enough to make 

A brazen monkey veep. 
" Dey say a viner house ash dis, 

Vill soon ge-bildet pe, 
Crate Gott ! — vot can dey mean to trink V 

Said Breitemann, said he. 



HAN'S BEEITMANN'S BALLADS. 

Dey vented droo de Irish slitreeds, 

Dey saw vrom haus to liaus, 
Und gountet oop, ' pout more or less, 

Vive hoondred awful rows. 
" If all dese liddle viglits dey waste, 

Could von crate pattle pe, 
Gotts ! how de Fenian funds vouldt rise 

Said Breitemanu, said he. 



Dey vent to see de Kidualisds, 

Who vorship Gott mitt vlowers, 
In hobes he'll lofe dem pack again, 

In winter among do showers. 
' Vhen de Pacific railroat's done 

Dis dings imbrofed vill pe, 
De joss-sticks vill pe santal vood," — 

Said Breitemanu, said he. 

Dey vent to hear a breecher of 

De last sensadion shtyle, 
'Twas 'nough to make der tyfel weep 

To see his ** awful shmile." 
■ Vot bities dat der Fechter ne'er 

Vas in Theologie. 
Dey'd make him pishop in dis ghoorsh, 

Said Breitemanu, said he. 



BREITMANN ABOUT TOWm 75 

Dej vent indo a shpordin' crib, 

De rowdies cloostered dick, 
Dey ashk liim dell dem vot o'glock, 

Und dat infernal quick. 
Der Breitmann draw'd his 'volver oud, 

Ash gool ash gool couldt pe, 
Id's shoost a goin' to shdrikc six," 

Said Breitemann, said he. 



Dey vent polid'gal meedins next, 

Dey hear dem rant and rail, 
Der bresident vas a forger, 

Shoost bardoncd oud of jail. 
He does it oud of cratitood. 

To dem who set him vree : 
•Id's TIarmonie of Inderesds," 

Said Breitemann, said he. 

Dey vent to a clairfoyand witch, 

A plack-eyed handsome maid, 
She wahrsagt all der vor tunes — denn 

" Fife dollars, gents !" she said. 
' Dese vitches are nod of dis eart', 

Und yed are ow id, I see 
Der Shakesbeare knew de preed right veil, 

Said Breitemann, said he. 



BANS BBEITMANN'S BALLADS. 

Dey vented to a restaurand, 

Der vaiter coot a dash ; 
He garfed a sliicken in a vink, 

Und serfed id at a vlash. 
"Dat shap knows veil shoost how to coot, 

Und roon mit poulterie, 
He vas copitain oonder Turchin vonce," 

Said Breitemann, said he. 

Dey vented to de Voman's Righds, 

Vere laties all agrees, 
De gals should pe de voters,' 

Und deir beaux all de votees. 
" For efery man dat nefer vorks, 

Von frau should vranchised pe : 
Dat ish de vay I solf dis ding," 

Said Breitemann, said he. 

Dey vented oop, dey vented down, 

'Tvas like a roarin' rif'er, 
De sighds vas here — de sighds vas dere- 

Und de vorldt vent on forefer. 
" De more ve trinks, de more ve sees, 

Dis vorldt a derwisch pe ; 
Das Werden's all von whirling droonk," 

Said Breitemann, said he. 



Schnitzerl's Philosopede. 

PAHDT FIRSDT. 



HERR ScHNiTZERL make a philosopede, 
Von of de puUyest kind ; 
It vent mitout a vheel in front, 
And hadn't none pehind. 
Von vheel vas in de mittel, dough, 

And it vent as sure as ecks, 
For he shtraddled on de axle dree 
Mit de vheel petween his leeks. 

Und ven he vant to shtart id off 

He paddlet mit his veet, 
Und soon he cot to go so vast 

Dat avery dings he peat. 
He run her out on Broader shtreed, 

He shkeeted like der vind, 
Hei ! how he bassed de vancy crabs, 

And lef dem all pehind ! 

De vellers mit de trottin nags 
Pooled oop to see him bass; 
De Deutschers all erstaunished saidt : 

'' Potztausend ! Was ist das ?" 
Boot vaster shtill der Schnitzerl flewed 
On — mit a gashtly smile; 
(-) 



HANS BREITMAKIs^' S BALLADS. 

He tidn't toocli de dirt, py shings ! 
Not vonce in half a mile. 

Oh, vot ish all dis eartlj pliss ? 

Oh, TOt ish man's soocksess "/ 
Oh, vot ish various kinds of dings '/ 

Und vot ish hobbiness ? 
Ye find a pank-node in de shtreedt, 

Next dings der pank is preak ; 
Ve foils, und knocks our outsides in, 

A''en ve a ten shtrike make. 

So vas it mit der Schnitzerlein 

On his philosopede. 
His feet both shllpped outsideward shoost 

Vhen at his exti-a shpeed. 
He felled oopon der vheel of course; 

De vheel like blitzen flew : 
Und Schnitzerl he vas schnitz in vact 

For id shlished him grod in two. 

Und as for his philosopede, 

Id cot so shkared, men say, 
It pounded onward till it vent 

Ganz teufelwards afay. 
Boot vhere ish now de Schnitzerl's soul? 

Yhere dos his shbirit pide ? 
In Illmmel troo de entless plue, 

it takes a medcor ride. 



Schnitzerrs Pliilosoped( 

PAEDT SECONDT. 



VEN Breitmann hear dat Schnitzerl 
Vas quardered into dwo, 
Und how his crate philosopcde 
To 'm toufel had gone flew; 
He dinked and dinked so heafy 

As only Deutschers can, 
Denn saidt, '' Who niighdt beliefct 
Dis ish de ent of man ? 

" De human souls of beoples 

Exisdt in deir idees, 
Und dis of AVolfram Schnitzerl 

Mighdt dravel many vays, 
In his BestimmuDj des Uenschcn 

Der Fichte makes peliefe 
Dat ve brogress oon-endly 

In vot pehind we leafe. 

' De shbarrow falls ground-downwarts. 

Or drafels to de West; 
De shbarrows dat coom afder 

Bild shoost de same oldt nest. 
Man hat not vings or fedders, 
Und in odcr dings, 'tis saidt, 
(79J 



80 HANS BBEITMANN'S BALLADS. 

He tout coom oop to slibarrowji ; 
Boot on nests lie goes ahet. 

'•' vliest dou troo bornin vorldts 

Und nebuloser foam, 
By monsdrous mitnigbt sbiant forms 

Or vhere red tyfels roam, 
Or vhere de chosts of shky rackets 

Peyond creadion flee ? 
Vhere'er dou art, oh Schnitzerlein ! 

Crate saint ! look down on me ! 

'' Und deach me how you maket 

Dat crate philosopede, 
Vitch roon dwice six mals vaster 

Ash any Arap shteed, 
Und deach me how to 'stonish folk 

Und knock dem out de shpots. 
Come pack to eart, Schnitzerlein, 

Und pring it down to dots !" 

Shoost ash dis vort vent outvarts 

Hans dinked he see a vlash, 
Und unterwards de dable 

He doomple mit a crash, 
Und to him, moong de glaesses, 

Und pottles ash vas proke, 
Mit his het in a cigar box, 

An foice from Himmel shpoke : 



SCnNITZERL' 8 PHIL 080PEBE. 

"■ Adsnm Domine Breitmann ! 

Herr Capitain — here I pe ! 
So dell me right honesti 

Quare in quiet asti me ? 
Te video inter spoonihus, 

Et largis glassis too, 
Cerevisia repletis, 

Sicut percussus tonitru!" 

Denn Breitmann ansver Schnitzerl : 

" Coarctor nimis — See ! 
JSiquidem Philistiim 

Pugnant adversum me. • 
Ergo vocavi te, 

Ash Saul vocavit Sam- 
uel, ut mi ostenderes '^ 

Quid teufel faciam ?" 

Denn der shpirit, in Lateinisch 

Saidt '' ^f«e— dat's de dalk ! 
Non hahes in lioc slianty 

A shingle et some chalk ? 
JSfon video inJcum et calamos : 

(I shbose some bummer shdole 'em) , 
Levate oculos tuos, son 

Et aspice ad Unteolum !" 
6 



HANS BREITM ANN'S BALLADS. 

Den Breitmann see de clialk-piece 

Yitcli riset from de floor, 
Und signet a pliilosopede 

Alone oopon de toor, 
De von dat Schnitzerl fabricate, 

Und oonderneat lie see : 
Probate inter equites : 

" Try dis in de cavallrie." 

Den Breitmann slitoot ooprightly 

Und leanet on a bost, [peen 

Und saidt ; " If dis couldt, shouldt hafe 

It vouldt mighdt peen a cbost ! 
Boot if it pe nouomenon, 

Phenomenoned indeed, 
Or de soobyective obyectificd, 

I'fe cot de pliilosopede." 

Denn out lie seekt a plack scbmidt 

Ash vork in iron shteel ; 
To make liim a pliilosopede 

Mit shoost an only vheel. 
De dings vas maket simple, 

Asli all crate idees should pe ; 
For 'twas noding boot a gart vheel 

Mit a two veet achsel-dree. 



SCHNITZERL'S PEILOSOPEDE. S3 

De dimes der Breitmann doomple 

In learnin for to ride, 
Vas ofdener ash de sand grains 

Dat rollen in de tide. 
De dimes lie cot oopsetted 

In shdeerin lefdt und righdt, 
Vas ofdener as de cleamin slidars 

Dat shtud de shky py nighdt. 

Boot de vorstest of de veadures 

In dis von vheel horse, you bet, 
Ish dat man couldt go so nicely 

Pefore be got oopset, 
Some dimes be go like plazes 

Und toorn her, extra-fein, 
Und denn shlop ofer — dis is vhat 

Hafe kill der Scbnitzerlein. 



Soosh droples as der Breitmann bafe 

To make dis 'vention go, 
Vas nefer seen py mordal man 

Oopon dis vorldt pelow. 
He doompled rigbdt, be doompled lefdt, 

He bafe a tousand toomps, 
Dere nefer vas a gricket-ball 

Vot got soosh 'fernal boomps. 



HAIR'S BREITMANN'S BALLADS. 

Bootasli lie shvear't he'd do it, 

He shvore id should pe done, 
Dough he schimpft und fluchte laesterlich, 

He visht he'd ne'er pegun. 
Wit Ha gel! Blitz! Kreuzsahrament ! 

He maket de houser ring, 
Und hoped de Schnitzerl pe verdammt 

Por deachin him dis ding. 



Nun — goot ! Ad last he got it. 

Und peaudifool he goed, 
Dis day, saidt he, " I'll stonish folk 

A ridin on de road ; 
Dis day py shinks I'll do it ! 

Und knock dings out of sight !" 
Ach weh ! for Breitmann dat day 

Vas not pe-markt mit vhite. 

De noompers of de Deutsche folk 

Dat coom dis feat to see, 
I dink in soper earnest-hood, 

Mighdt not ge-reckonet pe. 
For miles dey shtood along de road, 

Mein Grott ! hut dey vas dry ; 
Dey trinked den lager-beer shops oop, 

Pefore der Hans coom py. 



SGHNITZEBUS PniLOSOPEDE. S, 

Yhen all at vonce drementous gries 

De fery country shook ; 
Und beoples shkreemt : " Da ist er ! Schau ! 

Dere isli der Breitmann ! — Look !" 
Meia Gott ! vas efer soosh a shoudt? 

Vas efer soosli a gry ? 
Ven like a brick-bat in a viglit, 

Der Breitemann roosli py. 

mordal man ! Vy ish id, duw 

Hast passion to go vast ? 
Vy isli id dat de tog und horse 

Likes shbeed too quick to last ? 
De pugs, de pirds, de pumple-pees, 

Und all dat ish, 'twould seem, 
Ish neler hoppy boot, exsept 

"When pilin on de shteam. 

Der Breitmann flew ! Von mighdy gry. 

Ash he vent scootin bast, 
Von derriple, drementous yell — 

Dat day de virst — and last. 
Vot ha ! vot ho ! Vy ish id dus ? 

Vot makes dem shdare aghast ? 
Vy cooms dat vail of wild tespair ? 

Ish somedings got gesmasht ? 



SG HANS BREITMANN'S BALLADS. 

Yea — efen so. Yea, ferily — 

Shbeak, soul ! It is dy biz ! 
Der Breitmann shkeet so vast along, 

Dey fairly heard him whizz. 
Ven shoost oopon a hill-top point 

It caught a pranch ge-pent, 
Und like an opple vrom a svitch, 

Afay Hans Breitmann vent. 

Vent troo de air a hoondert feet, 

(Allowin more or less) — 
Denn pohh — pohh — pohh — a mile or dwO; 

He rollet along — I guess. 
Say — hast dou seen a gannon ball 

Half shpent, shtill poundin on ; 
Like made of gummi-lasticum ? 

So vent der Breitemann. 

Dey bick him up — dey pring him in — 

No wort der Breitmann shpoke. 
Der doktor look — he shvear erstaunt 

Dat nodings ish peen proke ! 
He rollet de rocky road entlong, 

He pouncet o'er shtock und shtone ? 
You'd dink he'd knocked his outsides in, 

Yet nefer preak a pone ! 



SGHNITZERU8 PHILOSOPEDE. 



All shtill Hans lay— bevilderfied— 

Nor seemet to mind de sliaps, 
Nor moofed, oontil der medicus 

Hafe dose him veil mit schnapps. 
De schmell voke oop de boetry 

Of tays ven he vas young, 
Und he murmulte de frogmends 

Of an sad romandic song : 

" As summer pring de roses, 

Und roses pring de dew, 
So Deutschland gifes de maidens 

Vot fetch de bier to you. 
Komm Maidlein ! Rothe W^englein ! 

Mit a wein glass in your paw ! 
Ye'll ged troonk amoong de roses 

Und lie soper on de shdraw ! 

" As winter prings de ice-wind, 

Dat plow o'er burg und hill, 
Hard times pring in de lantlord, 

Und de lantlord pring de bill. 
Boot sing Maidlein ! Eothe Wtengelein ! 

Mit wein glass in your paw ! 
Ye'll ged troonk amoong de roses 

Und lie sober on de shdraw I" 



SS HANS BEEIT3IANN'' S BALLADS. 

Dey dook der Breitmann liomewarts, 

Boot efer on de vay, 
He nefer slibeaket no man, 

Und noding else could say : 
Boot — "Maidlein — Rothe Wcengeleia I 

Mit wein glass in her paw, 
We'll ged troonk amoong de rosen 

Und lie soper on de slidraw !" 

Dey laid der Hans im Bette, 

Peneat de eider-doun, 
Und sempled all de doktors 

Vot doktored in de town. 
Dat isli, de Deutsche Aertztc, 

For Breitmann alfays says, 
De Deutschers ish de onlies 

Mit originell idces. 

Dere vas Doktor Moritz Schlinkenschlog 

Dat vork ash caf6opath, 
Und der learned Cobus Schoepfskopf, 

Dat use de milchy bath ; 
Und Korschalitschky aus Boehmen, 

Vot cure mit slibovitz, 
Und Wechselbalg from Berlin, 

Who only 'tend to fits. 



SCHNITZEBL'S PIIILOSOPEDE. 

Dere vas Strobbicli aus Westfalea 

Who mofe all eart'ly ills 
Mit concentrirter schinken juice, 

Und Pumpernickel pills ; 
Und a bier-kur man from Munich, 

Und a grape-curist from Rhein, 
Und von who shkare tisease afaj 

Mit dose of Schlesier wein. 

So dey meed in consooldation 

Mit Doktor Wiukeleck, 
Who brackdise "renovation " 

Mit sauerkraut und speck. 
Und dat no man shouldt pe shlightet 

Or treatet ash a tunce, 
Dey 'greed to try deir systems 

Oopon Breitmann all at vonce. 

Dat ish, mit de excepdion, 

Of gifin Schlesier wein ; 
For de remedy vas dauger-full 

On von who trink from Rhine. 
Ash der teufel once declaret 

Ven he taste it on a shpree, 
Dat a man to trink soosh liquor 

Moost a born Silesian pe. 



90 HANS BREITMANN'S BALLADS. 

So de all vent los at Breitmann, 

Und woonderfool to dell, 
He coomed to his gesundheit, 

Und pooty soon cot veil, 
Some hinted at Natura 

Mit de oldt vis sanatrix, 
Boot each dokter shvore he cured him, 

Und de rest were Taugenix. 

I know not vot der Breitmann 

More newly has pegun,' 
Boot dey say he dalks day-daily 

Mit Dana of de Sun. 
Dey dalk in Deutsch togeder, 

Und volk say de ent vill pe 
Philosopedal changes 

In de Union cavallrie. 

Gott help de howlin safage ! 

Gott help de Indi-an ! 
Shouldt Breitmann choin his forces 

MitSheneral Sheridan. 
Und denn to sing his braises 

Acain I'll gife a lied — 
Hier hat dis dale an ende 

Of Breitmann's philosopede. 



A Ballad apout de Rowdies. 

DE moon shines ofer de cloudlens, 
Und de cloudts plow ofer de sea, 
Und I vent to Coney Island, 
Und I took mein Schatz mit me. 
Mine Schatz, Katrina Bauer, 

I gife her mein heart und vordt; 
Boot ve tidn't know vot beoples 
De Dampsschiff hafe cot on poard. 

De preeze plowed cool und bleasant. 

We looket at de town 
Mit sonn-light on de shdeebles, 

Und wetter fanes doornin round. 
Ve sat on de deck in a gorner 

Und dropled nopody dere, 
Ven all aroundt oos de rowdies 

Peginned to plackguard und schvear ! 

A voman mit a papy 

Vas sittin in de blace; 
Von tooket a chew tobacco 

Und trowed it indo her vace. 
De voman got coonvulshons, 

De papy pegin to gry ; 
Und de rowdies shkreemed out a laffin, 

Und saidt dat de fun vas " high." 
(91) 



93 HANS BBEITMANX' S BALLADS. 

Pimepy ve become some hoonger 

Katrina Baur und I, 
I openet de lit of mine pasket, 

Und pringed out a cherry bie. 
A cherry kooken mit pretzels, 

" How goot !" Katrina said, 
Ven a rowdy snatched it from her, 

Und preaked it ofer mine het. 

I dells him he pe a plackguart 

I gifed him a biece my mind, 
I vouldt saidt it pefore a tousaud, 

Mit der teufel himself pehiud. 
Den he knocks me down mit a sloong-shot, 

Und peats me plack and plue ; 
Und all de plackguardskickme, 

Dill I vainted, und dat ish druc. 



Derich American beoples 

Don't know how de rowdies shtrike 
Der poor hardt-workin Sherman, 

He knows it more ash he like. 
If de Deutsche speakers und bapers 

Are sometimes too hard on dis land, 
Shoost dink how de Deutsch kit driven 

Along by de rowdy's hand ! 



I 



Wein Geist. 



STOOMPLED oud ov a dafern, 

Berausclit mit a gallon of wein, 
Und I rooslied along de Strassen, 
Like a derriple Eberschwein. 



Und like a lordly boar-big, 

I doompled de soper folk ; 
Und I trowed a shtone droo a shdreed lamp. 

Und bot' of de classes I proke. 

Und a gal vent roonin' bast me. 

Like a vild coose on de vings, 
Boot I gatcli her for all her skreechin, 

TJnd giss her like afery dings. 

Und denn mit an board und a shdore-box. 

I blay de horse-viddle a biece. 
Dill de neighbours shkreem '' deaf !" und 
" murder !" 

Und holler aloudt '^bolice ?" 

Und vhen der crim night w^echter 
Says all of dis foon moost shtop, 

I oop mit mein oombrella, 
Und schlog him ober de kop. 

(93) 



EANS BREITMANN'S BALLADS. 

I leaf him like tead on de bavemend, 
Und roosh droo a darklin' lane, 

Dill moonlighd und tisdand niusik, 
Pring me roundt to my soul again. 

Und I sits all oonder de linden, 
De hearts-leaf linden dree ; 

Und I dink of de quick ge-vanisht lofe 
Dat vent like de vind from me. 

Und I voonders in mine dipsy hood, 
If a damsel or dream vas she ! 

Dis life ish all a lindens 
Mit holes dat show de Plue; 

Und pedween de :finite pranclies, 
Cooms Himmel light shiuin troo. 

De blaetter are raushlin' o'er me, 

Und efery leaf ish a fay, 
Und dey vait dill de Windsbraut comet, 

To pear dem in Fall afay. 

Und I look at a rock py de rifer, 
Vhere a stein ish of harpe form, 
-Year dausend in, oud, it shtandet — 
Und nopody blays but de shtorm. 



WEm GEIST. 95 



Here vonce on a dimes a vitclies, 
Soom melodies here peginned, 

De harpe ward all zu steine, 
Die melodie ward zu wind. 

Und so mit dis tox-i-cation, 
Vitch hardens de outer Me ; 

Uber stein and schwein, de weine, 
Shdill harps oud a melodie. 

Boot deeper de Ur-lied ringet, 
Ober stein und wein und svines, 

Dill it endet vhere all peginnet, 
Und alles wird ewig zu eins, 

In de dipsy, treamless sloomper 
Vhich units de Nichts und Seyns. 



Breitmann in Politics. 



L— The Nomination. 



VHEN ash de var vas ober, 
Und Beace her shnow-wice vings, 
Vas vafiu o'er de coondry 
(In shpods) like afery dings; 
Und heroes vere revardtet, 

De beople all pegan 
To say 'tvas shame dat nodings 
Vas done for Breitemann. 

No man wised how id vas shtartet, 

Or where der fore shlog came, 
Boot dey shveared it vas a cinder, 

Dereto a purnin shame : 
" Dere is Schnitzerl in de Gustom-House— 

Potzblitz ! can dis dings pe ? — 
Und Breitmann he hafe nodings : 

Vot sights is dis to see ! 

'• Xod de virst ret ccndt for Breitmann ! 

Ish (lis do pe de gry 
On de man dat sacked de repels 
Und trinked dem high und dry ? 
(96 J^ 



BBEITMANN IN POLITICS. 91 

By meine Seel' I sliveavs id, 

Unci vot's more I cleglares id's drue, 

He vonce gleaned out a down in half an oor. 
Und shtripped id strumpf uud shoe- 

" Ylien dey ploondered de down of Huutsvillc, 

I dels you vot, py tarn ! 
He burned oop four biano-fords 

And a harp to roast a ham ; 
Vhen he found de rouge und email de Paris, 

Which de laities hafe hid in a shpot, 
He whited his horse all ofer — 

Und denn pinked his ears, bei Gott ! 

" Yhen he found dat a place was ploonder-fool, 

He alvays tell dem, sure : 
'Psen, rack und pack! I shoots mine ej'es, 

For onlj^ shoost an uhr !' 
Boot if de blace vas fery rich, 

He vouldt say mit a solemn mien: 
' Men — I only shleep for von half uhr more — 

Ye moost hafe tiscipline ! 

" He was shoost like Kcenig Etzel, 
Of whom de shdory dell, 
Der Hun who go for de Romans 
Und gife dem shinin hell ; 
7 



9S EA^''S BBEITMANN'8 BALLADS. 

Only dis dat dey say do grass vouldt crow 
Yhere Etzel's horse had trot, 

Uiid I really peliefe vere Breitmann go 
De hops shpring oop, bei Gott 1" 

If once 3^ou tie a dog loose, 

Dere ish more soon gets arount, 
Und wenn dis vas shtartedt on Breitmann 

It was rings aroom be-foundt ; 
Dough vhy he moost hafe somedings 

Yas not by no mean glear, 
Nor tid id, like Paulus' confersion. 

On de snap to all abbear ! 

Und, in facdt, Balthazar Bumchen 

Saidt he couldtent nicht blainly see 
Vy a veller for gadderin riches 

Shood dus revartedt pe : 
Der Breitmann own drei Houser, 

Mit a Avein-handle in a stohr, 
Dazu ein Lager-Wirthschaft, 

Und sonst was — somedings more. 

Dis plasted plackguard none-sense 
Ve couldn't no means shtand, 

From a narrow-mineted shvine's kopf, 
01 our noplc captain grand : 



BBEITMANN IN POLITICS. 90 

Soosli low, goarse, betty hornirtheit 

A shentleman deplores ; 
So ve called him verfLuchter Rundsfotf, 

Und shmj'sed him out of toors. 

So ve all dissolfed dat Breitmann 

Shouldt liafe a nomination 
To go to de Legisladoor, 

To make some dings off de nation ; 
Mit de helb of a Connedigut man, 

In whom ve hafe great hobes, 
Who hat shange his boledics fivdeen dimes, 

Fud derefore knew de robes. 



II.— The Committee of Instrnction. 



DENN for our Insdructions Comedy 
De ding vas protocollirt, 
By Docktor Emsig Grubler, 
Who in Jena vonce studiret ; 
Und for Breitmann his instrugtions 

De Comedy tid say 
Dat de All out-going from de Ones 
Yash die first Moral Idee. 

TTnd de segondt crate Moral Idee 

Dat into him ve rings, 
Vas dat government for avery man 

Moost alfays do avery dings ; 
Und die next Idee do vitch his mindt 

Esbecially ve gall, 
Ish to do mitout a Bresident 

Und no government at all. 

Und die fourt Idee ve vish der Hans 

Vouldt alfays keeb in fiew, 
Isli to cooldifate die Peaudifool, 

Likewise de Goot and Drue ; 
Und de form of dis oopright-hood 

In proctise to present. 
He most get our little pills all basted 

Mitout id's gostin a cent. 
(100) 



BBEITMANN IN POLITICS. 



Und die fift' Idee — ash learnin 

Ish. de cratest ding on eart, 
And ash Shoopider der Vater 

To Minerfa gife ge-birt' — 
Ve peg dat Breitmann oonto cos 

All pooblic tockuments 
Vich he can grap or shteal vill sendt — 

Franked — mit his gompliments. 

Die sechste crate Moral Idee — 

Since id fery yell ish known 
Dat mind ish de resooldt of food, 

Ash der Moleschott has shown, 
Und ash mind ish de highest form of Grott, 

As in Fichte dot' abbear — 
He moost alfays go mit de barty 

Dat go for lager-bier. 

Now ash all dese instrugdions 

Vere showed to Misder Twine, 
De Yangee boledician, 

He say dey vere fery fine : 
Dey vere pesser ash goot, und almosdt nice — 

A tarnal tall concern ; — 
Boot dey hafe some little trawpacks, 

Und in fagdt weren't worth a dern. 



102 HANS BREITMANN'S BALLADS. 

Boot yed, mit our bermission, 

If de slientlemans allow — 
Here all der Shermans in de room 

Dake off deir hats und pow — 
He vouldt gife our honored gandidate 

Some nodions of his own, 
Hafing managed some elecdions 

Mit sookcess, as veil vas known. 



Let him plow id all his own vay, 
He'd pet as sure as born, 

Dat our mann vouldt not coom out of 
Der liddle endt der horn, 

Mit his goot^roaf? Sherman shoulders- 
Pis maket oos laugh, py shink ! 

So de comedy shtart for Breitmann's — 
Nota bene — afder a trink ! 



Ill— Mr. Twine Explains Being " Sound 
Upon the Goose." 



DERE in his crate corved oaken shtuhl 
Der Breitmann sot lie : 
He lookt shoost like de shiant 
In de Kinder hishdorie ; 
Und pefore him, on de tische, 

Vas — vhere man alfays foundt it — 
Dwelf inches of goot lage,, 

Mit a Bcemisch glass aroundt it. 



De foorst vordt dat der Breitmann spoke 

He maked no sbeech or sign : 
De next remark vas, " Zapfet aus /" — 

De dird vas, '• Schenhet ein /" 
Vhen in coomed liddle Gottlieb 

Und Trina mit a shtock 
Of allerbest Markgraefler wein — 

Dazu dwelf glaeser Bock. 

Denn Misder Twine deglare dat he 

Vas happy to denounce 
Dat as Copdain Breitmann suited oos 

Egsockdly do an ounce, 
(103) 



104. HANS BREITMANN'S BALLADS. 

He vas ged de nomination, 

And need nod more eckshblain : 

Der Breitmann dink in silence, 

And denn roar aloudt, Champagne ! 

Den Mishder Twine, wliile trinken wein, 

Mitwhiles vent on do say, 
Dat long insdruckdions in dis age 

Vere nod de dime of tay ; 
Und de only ding der Breitmann need 

To pe of any use 
Vas slioost to dell to afery mans 

He's soundi oojoon der coose. 

Und ash dis little frase berhops 

Vas nod do oos bekannt, 
He dakes de liberdy do make 

Dat ve shall oondershtand, 
And vouldt tell a liddle shdory 

Vitch dook blace pefore de wars : 
Here der Breitmann nod to Trina, 

Und she bass aroundt cigars. 

" Id ish a longe dime, now here, 
In Bennsylvanien's Shtate, 
All in der down of Horrisburg 
Dere rosed a vierce depate, 



BREITMANN i_V POLITICS. 



'Tween vamilies mit cooses, 

Und dose vhere none vere foundt — 
If cooses might, by common law, 

Gro squanderin aroundt ? 

• Dose who vere nod pe-gifted 

Mit gooses, und vere poor, 
All shvear de law forbid dis crime, 

Py shings and cerdain sure ; 
But de coose-holders teklare a conse 

Greadt liberty tid need, 
And tjo pen dem oop vas gruel, 

Und a mosdt oon-Christian teed. 

■ Und denn anoder party 

Idself tid soon refeal, 
Of arisdograts who kepd no coose, 

Pecause 'twas not shendeel : 
Tey tid not vish de splodderin geese 

Shouldt on deir pafemends bass, 
So dey shoined de anti-coosers, 

Or de oonder lower glass !" 

Here Breitmann led his shdeam out: 

" Dis shdory goes to show 
Dat in poledicks, ash lager, 
Virtus in medio. 



HANS BREITMANN'S BALLADS. 

De cTrecks ish ad de pottom — 
De skoom floads high inteed ; 

Boot das bier ish in de mittle, 
Saj^s an goot old Sherman lied. 

" XJnd shoost apont elegdion-diraes 
De scoom und drecks, ve see, 
Have a pully Wahl-verwandtschaft, 
Or election-sympathie." 
" Dis is very vine," says Misder Twine, 
" Yot here yon indrodnce : 
Mit your bermission, I'll grack on 
Mit ni}'' shdory of de coose. 

" A gandertate for sheriff 

De coose-beholders run, 
Who shvear de coose de noblest dings 

Yot valk peneat de sun ; 
For de cooses safe de Capidol 

In Rome long dimes ago, 
Und Horrisburg need safin 

Mighty pad, ash all do know. 

" Acainsd dis mighdy Goose-man 

Anoder veller rose, 
"Who keepedt himself ungommon slitill 

Yen oders came to plows ; 
TJnd if any ask how 'twas he shtoodt. 

His vriends wouldt vink so loose, 



BBEITMANN IN POLITICS. 

Und visper ash cley dapped deir nose 
'£e's soundt oopon de coosef 

" ' He's 0. K. oopon de soobject ; 

Shoost pet your pile on dat j 
On dis bartik'ler qncsdion 

He intends to coot it fat.' 
So de veller cot elegded 

Pefore de beople foundt 
On vitch site of der coose it vas 

He shtick so awful soundt. 

" IJiid efer in America, 

Hencevorwart from dat day, 
Ash mit de native Mericans, 

De fashion vas to say. 
Likes well in de Kansas drojoles . 

De shap who tid not refuse 
To go mit de beoples ash vanted him, 

Vas soundt oopon der coose. 

" Dis shdory's all I hafe to dell," 

Says Misder Hiram Twine; 
" XJnd I advise Herr Breitmaim 
Shoost to vight id on dis line." 
De volk who of dese boledics 
Would Oder shapters read, 
Moost waiten for de segondt pardt 
Of dis here Breitraann's Lied. 



IV.— How Breitmann and Schmit were Reported 
to be Log-Eolling. 

ID happenet iu de yar of crace, 
Ven all dese dings pegan, 
Dat Mislider Schmit, de shap who rooned 
Acainsd der Breitexnann, 

Vas a man who look like Mishder Twine 
So moosh dat beoples say 

Dey pliefe dey moost ge-brudert pe — 
Grott weiss in vot a vay ! 

Und id vas also moosh be-marked — 

Vitch look shoost like a bruder — 
Dat ven Twine vas vork on any side 

Der Schmit vas on de oder : 
A fery gommon dodge ish dis 

Mit de arisdocracie ; 
So dat votefer cardt toorns oop, 

Id's game for de familie ! 

Nun, goot ! Howefer dis mighdt pe, 

'Tvas cerdain on dis hit 
Der Twine vas do his teufelest 

To euchre Mishder Schmit ; 
Und Schmit, I criefe to say, esglaimed : 

" Goll darn me for a fool, 
But I'll smash old Dutch to cholera fits 

And rake the eternal pool !" 
(lOS) 



BEEITMA^^N IN POLITICS. 



So dey cot some liddle ledders, 

Asli brifate ash could pe, 
Vitch Breitmann writed long agone 

To friendts in Germany ; 
Und dey brinted dem in efery vay 

To make de beoples laugli, 
Und comment on dem in de shtyle 

Dat "sports" call "slasher-gaff." 

Dere to — as vash known py shoodshmeut 

Und glearly ascerdaind, 
Dat Breitmann hafe lossed money 

Py a valse und schwindlin friend — 
So dey roon it troo de newsbapers, 

Und shbeech do make pegan, 
Dat Breitmann shtole de gelt himself 

Und rop der oder man. 

Boot de ding dat jam de hardest 
On de men dat bull de vires, 

Und showed dat Captain Breitmann 
Shtood pedween dwo heafy vires, 

Vas, pecause he vas a soldier — 
Von could see id at a clause — 

Dey had pud him in a tisdrigt 
. Vhere he hadn't half a shanse. 



EA^-'S BREITMANN'S BALLADS. 

For ash de pold solidaten 

Ish more prafe asli oder mans, 
Dey moost lead de hope verloren 

Und pattle in de vans ; 
Und ash defeat ish honoraple 

To men in honor shtrict, 
Dey honor dem py puttin em 

Vhere dey 're Cirdain to pe licked. 

Boot dis dimes it shiopped over, 

Tvas de dird or secondt heat 
Dat a soldier in dis tisdrigt 

Had been poot oop und beat : 
So de Plue Goats dink it over 

Und go quietly to vork : 
De bow ven too moosh aufgespannt 

Vlies packward mit a yerk. 

Now Mishder Twine deglaret on dis 

De ding seemed doubtenfull, 
Boot mitout delay he dook de horns 

So poldly py de bull, 
Und shpread de shdory eferyvhere, 

Dill folk to pliefe pegan, 
Dat Mishder Schmit hud sold devight 

Unto der Breitemann ! 



BREITMANN IN POLITICS. 



He fix de liddle tedails — 

How moosh der Sclimit liafe got 
For sellin out his barty 

To let Breitmann haul de pot ; 
Und he showed a brifate ledder 

From Breitenaann to Schmit, 
Vhere he bromise him for Congress 

If he shoost let oop a bit. 

Der Twine vas writet dis ledder ; 

For der Copitaia Breitemann 
Vould nefer hafe shtood soosh hoompoogks 

Since virst his life pegan ; 
He hat tone some rough dings in der war, 

In de ploonder-und-morder line, 
Boot vas hoockelperry-persimmoned 

Mit dese boledics of Twine. 

Howefer, dis ledder vorket foorst-rade — 

Mit de Merigans pest of all, 
For dey mostly dinked it de naturalest ding 

As efer couldt pefall ; 
For to sheat von's own gonstituents 

Ish de pest mofe in de came, 
Und dey nefer sooposed a Dootchman 

Hafe de sense to do de same 



v.— How they held the Mass Meeting. 

Dere's nodiugs in dis vorldt so pad, 
Ash all oov us may learn, 
Boot may shange from dark to lighthood. 
If loock should dake a doom ; 
So it happenet mit Breitmann, 

Who in shpite of sin und Schmit, 
Grontrified ad shoost dis yooncture 
Do make a glucky hit. 

Dey hat sendet out some plackarts 

To de Deutsche buergers all 
(N. B. — Dish ish not mean plackarts, 

Boot de pills dey shtickon de vail), 
To say data Massenversammlung — 

Or a meeding of all de masses — 
Vould be held in de Arbeiter-Halle, 

To consisd of de Sharman classes. 

Now dey gife de brintin of de pills 

To a new gekommene man, 
Who dinked dat Demokratisch 

Vas de same ash Repooblican : 
Gott in Himmel weiss where he hid himself 

On dish free Coloompian shore 
Dat he scaped de naturalizationisds, 

Und hadn't found out pefore. 
(112) 



BBEITMANN IN POLITICS. 113 

Boot to dis Deutsche bribter, 

De only tifference lie 
Petwcen Kepooblicanisli 

Und Demokratiscli tid sec, 
Yas dat von vasli dwo ladders longer ; 

So he dook shoost vot seem pat 
To make de poster handsome — 

Likewise a liddle fat. 

How ofden in dis buzzlin life 

Small grubs grows oop to vings ! 
How ofden shoost from moostard sect 

A virst-glass pusiness shprings ! 
Va7it Mein Icomt men to{t groote, 

Ash de Hollanders hafe said : 
Mit dese dwo ledders Breitemann 

Caved in der Schmitsy's head. 
8 



VI.— Breitmann's Great Speech. 



Dis tale dat Sclimit hafe sen de vijlit 
Cot so inucli put apout 
Dat many of liis beoples vere 
In fery tupious toubt ; 
'Pove all, dose wlio were on de make, 

And easy change deir lodge, 
Und, pein awfool smart demselfs, 
Pelieve in every dodge. 

Vhen de meeding vas gesempled, 

Und dey found no Sclimit vas dere, 
Dey looket at von anoder 

Mit a ganz erstaunished air ; 
But dey saw it glear as taylight, 

Und around a vink dere ran, 
Ven pefore dem rose de sliiant form 

Of Copitain Breitemann ! 

Den Breitemann vent los at dem : 

" He could nichts well exbress 
De rapdure dat besqueezed bis hearts — 

De wonnevol boppiness — 
To meed in friendlicb council 

And glasp de band of dose 
Who had peen mit most oonreason 

Und unkindtly galled his foes. 
(IW 



BREITMANN IN POLITICS. 115 

" Berhaps o'er all dis shmilin eart' — 

Ke vould say it dere and den — 
Soosh shpecdagles couldt nod pe seen 

Of soosh imbartial men, 
So tefoid of pase sospicion, 

So apove all betty dricks, 
Ash to gome und lisden vairly 

To a voe in poledicks ; 

" Dat ish to say, a so-galled voe — 

For he feeled id in his soul 
Dat de hrinciples vitch mofed dem 

A'ere de same oopon de whole ; 
But he lack a vord to exbress dem 

In manners opportunes — " 
Here a veller in de gallery 

Gry oud, oonkindly, " Shpoons !" 

Und dere der Breitmann goppled him : 

" If shpoons our modifes pe, 
Dere's not a man pefore oos 

Who lossed a shpoon by me : 
Far rader had I gife you all 

A shpoons to eaten mit, 
Und I hope to get a ladle for 

Mine friendly der Mishder Schmit." 



116 HANS BBEITMANN'S BALLADS. 

Dis fetch das Haus like dooncler — • 

It raised der teufel's dust, 
TJnd for sefen-lefeu minudes 

Dey ooplauded on a bust ; 
Und de blokes dat dinked of hedgin, 

Saw a ring as round as ; 
So dey boked eash oder in de rips, 

Und said, " I dold you so ?" 

For dis d'lusion to de ladle 

Vas as glear ash cit}^ milk, 
TJnd drawd it on de beoples 

So vine ash flossen silk, 
Dat Hans und Schmit vere rollin locks, 

Und de locks were ready cut ; 
Only Breitmann hafe de liddle end, 

Und Sclimitsy dake de butt ! 

Den Breitemann he crack onward: 
" If any 'lightened man 
Will seeken in his Bibel, 

He'll find dat a publican 
Is a bai'ty ash sells lager ; 

Und das ding is ferrj'- blain, 
Dat a re-publican ish von 

Who sells id 'gain und 'gain. 

" Now since dat I sells lager, 
I gant agreen mit 



BBEITMANN IN POLITICS. 



De demprauce brinciples I hear 

Distriputet to Schmit ; 
Boot dis I dells you vairly, 

Und no one to teseife — 
If I were Schmit, I'd pliefen 

Shoost vot der Schmit peliefe. 

" And to mine Sherman, liperal friends, 

I might mention in dis shpot 
Dat I hear an oonfoundet rumor 

Dat der Schmit peliefe in Gott ; 
Und also dat he coes to shoorsh, 

Mit a prayer-book for salfadion : 
I vould not for die welt say dings 

To hoort his repudadion. 

" Und nodin is more likely 

Dat it all a shlander pe, 
So also de rumor dat ven young 

He shtoody divinidy : 
I myself, ash a publican, 

Moost pe a sinner by fate, 
Und in dis sense I denounce myself 

Ash Re-publi-candidate ! 

" Ash Deutschers say — und Yankees doo- 
Yhen der wein ish in der man, 
So ish oopon de oder part, 
De wise-hood in de can, 



lis HANS BBEITMANN'8 BALLADS. 

Yhitch bropes clat wein unci wise-hood 
Ish all de same, py shinks! 

Und de only real can-didate 

Isb der veller ash coes for trhiks ! 

" Und dat ve may meed in gommon, 

I declare here in dis hall — 
Und I shvears mineself to hold to it, 

Fotefer may pefall — 
Dat any man who gifes me his fote — 

Yotevefer his boledicks pe — 
Shall alfays pe regartet 

Ash holidigal friendt py me." 

(Dis voonderfol condescension 

Pring down drementous applause, 
Und dose who catcli de nodion 

Gife most derriple hooraws ; 
Eshbecially some Amerigans 

Ash vas shtandin near de door, 
Und who in all deir leben long 

Nefer heard so moosh sense pefore.) 

" Dese ish de brincibles I holts, 

And dose in vitch I run : 
Dey ish fixed firm and immutaple 

Ash te course of de 'ternal sun : 
Boot if you ton't abbrove of dem — 

Blease nodice vot I sa^' — 



BUEITMANN IX POLITICS. no 



I shall only pe too happy 
To alder dem right afay. 

" TJnd unto my Demogratic friendts 

I vould very glearl}^ shtate — 
Since dis useless mit oop-gecleared minds 

To hold a long depate — 
Dat dere's no man in de cidy 

Dat sells besser liquor ash I, 
TJnd I shtand de treadts free-gradis 

Yhenefer mine friendts ish try. 

" Ad finem — in de ende — 

I moost mendion do you all, 
Dat a dootzen parrels of lager bier 

Ish a-gomin to dis hall : 
Dere ish none of mine own barty hero, 

Boot we'll do mitout deir helfs ; 
Und I kess, on de whole, 'twill pe shoost so goot. 

If ve trink it all ourselfs." 

Soosh drementous up-loudation 

Pefore was nefer seen. 
Ash dey shvored dat Copitan Breitmann 

Yas a brick-pat, and no sardine ; 
Und dey trinked demselfs besoffen. 

Say in, " Hope you wird sookceed !" — 
De nexter theil will pe de ent 

Of dis historisch lied. 



VII.— The Author Asserts the Vast Intellectual 
Superiority of Germans to Americans. 

Dere's a liddle fact in hishdory 
Vich few hafe oondcrstand — 
Dat dc Bcutschers are, de Jure, 
Dc owners of dis land ; 
Und I brides mineself unspeakbarly 

Dat I foorst make be-known 
De primordial cause dat Columpus 
Vas derivet from Cologne ; 

For ash his name vas Colon, 

It fisibly does shine 
Dat his elders are geboren been 

In Co-logne on der Rhein ; 
Und Colon ia pein a colony, 

It sehr bcniarkbar ist 
Dat Columbus in America 

Was der firster colonist. 

Und ash Columbus is a tofe, 

Id is wort de drople to mark 
Dat a bidgeon foorst tiscoferedland 

A-vlyin from de ark j 
Und shtill wider — in de peginnin, 

Mitout de leastest toubt, 
A tofe vas vly ofer de wassers 

Und pring dc vorldt herout. 
(120) 



BEEITMANN IN POLITICS. 121 

Ash mine goot oldt teacher der Kreutzer 

To me tid often shbcak, 
De mythus of name reheats idself 

(Vich ve see in his Sijmholik^ ; 
So also de name America, 

If ve a liddle look, 
Vas coom from de oldt King Emerich 

In de Deutsche Ileldenhuch. 

Und id vas from dat very IlelJenhuch — 

IIow voonderful id run ! — 
Dat I shdole de "Song of Hildebrand, 

Or der Vater und der Son," 
Und dishtripute it to Breitmann, 

For a reason vitch now ish plain, 
Dat dis Sagen-Cyclus, fuU-cndct, 

Pring me round to der Hans again ! 

Desc laws of un-endly un-wigglin 

Ish so teep und broad und tall 
Dat nopody hoot a Deutscher 

Have a het to versteh dcm at all ; 
Und should I write mine dinks all oud, 

I ton't peliefe, indeed, 
Dat 1 mineself vould versteh de half 

Of dis here Breitmannslicd. 



JIAKS BTxEITM ANN'S BALLADS. 

Ash de Hegel say of his system, 

Dat only von mans knew 
Vot der teufel id meandt, und hf, could't tell 

IJnd der Jean Paul Eichter too, 
Who said, " Grott knows I meant somedings 

When foorst dis buch I writ, 
Boot Gott only wise vot de buch means now, 

Vor I have vera:otten it." 



And all of dis be-wises 

So blain ash de face on your nose, 
Dat der Deutscher hafe efen more intellects. 

Dan he himself soopose ; 
Und his tifference mit de over-again vorldt, 

Ash I really do soospect, 
Ish dat oder volk hafe more soopose, 

Und lesser intellect. 

Yet ooprightly I gonfess it — 

Mitout ashkin vhy or vhence — 
Dere ish also dimes vhen Amerigans 

Hafe ge-shown sharp-pointed sense ; 
Und a fery outsigned example 

Of genius in dis line 
Vas dishblayed in dis elegdion 

Py Mishder Hiram Twine. 



VIII.— Showing How Mr. Hiram Twine 
"Played off" on Smith. 

VIDE LICET : Dere vas a fillage 
Whose vode alone vouldt pe 
Apout enoof to elegdt a man, 
Und gife a mayority; 
So de von who couldfc scoop dis seddlement 

Vould make a pully hit ; 
Boot dough dey vere Deutschers, von und all, 
Dey all go von on Sehmit. 

Now it happenet to gome to bass 

Dat in dis liddle town 
De Deutsch vas all exshpegdin 

Dat Mishder Sehmit coom down, 
His brinciples to fore-setzen 

Und his idees to deach, > 
(Dat is, fix oop de brifate pargains) 

Und telifer a pooblic sbeech. 

Now Twine vas a gyrotwistive cuss, 

Ash blainly ish peen shown, 
Und vas alfays an out-findiu 

Votefer might pe known ;. 
Und mit some of his circumswindles 

He fix de matter so 
Dat he'd pe himself at dis meetin 

And see how dings vas go. 
(123) 



12Jt BANS BREITMANN'S BALLADS. 

Oh slitrangely in dis leben 

De dings kits vorked apout ! 
Oh voonderly Fortuna 

Makes toorn us insite out ! 
Oh sinkular de luck-wheel rolls ! 

Dis liddle meeding dere 
Fixt Twine ad perpendiculum — 

Shoost suit him to a hair ! 



Now it hoppenit on dis efenin 

De Deutschers, von und all, 
Vere avaitin mit impatience 

De openin of de ball ; 
Und de shates of nite vere fallin 

Und de shdars begin to plink, 
Und dey vish dat Schmit vouldt hoorry, 

For dVas dime to dake a trink. 

Dey hear some hoofs a-dramplin, 

Und dey saw, und dinked dey knowed, 
Der bretty greature coomin, 

On his horse along de road ; 
Und ash he ride town in-ward 

De likeness vas so plaiijt 
Dey donnered out, " Hooray for Schmit!' 

Enough to make it rain. 



BBEITMANN IN POLITICS. 125 

Der Twine vas slitart like plazes; 

Boot oopshtarted too his wit, 
Und he dinks, " Great Turnips ! what if I 

Could bass for Colonel Schmit ? 
Gaul dern my heels ! TU do it, 

Und go the total swine ! 
Oh, Soap-balls ! what a chance !" said dis 

Dissembulatin Twine. 

Den 'twas '^ Willkomm ! willkomm, Mishder 
Schmit !" 

Ringsroom on efery site ; 
Und " First-rate ! How dy-do yourself?" 

Der Hiram Twine replied. 
Dey ashk him, " Come und dake a trink ?" 

But dey find it mighdy queer 
Ven Twine informs dem none boot hogs 

Vould trink dat sh tin kin bier ; 

Dat all lager vas nodings boot boison ; 

Und ash for Sherman wein, 
He dinks it vas erfounden 

Exshbressly for Sherman schwein ; 
Dat he himself vas a demperanceler — 

Dat he gloria in de name ; 
Und atfisedem all, for tecency's sake, 

To go und do de same. 



126 HANS BBEITMANN'S BALLADS. 

Dese bemarks among de Deutscliers 

Yere apout ash veil receife 
Ash. a cats in a game of den-bins, 

Ash you may of coorse peliefe : 
De heat of de reception 

Vent down a dootzen tegrees, 
Und in place of hurraws dere vas only heardt 

De rooslin of de drees. 



Und so in solemn stille 

Dey scorched him to (ie hall, 
Vhere he maket de oradion 

Vitch vas so moosh to blease dem all ; 
Unddis vay he pegin it : 

"■ Pefore I furder go, 
I vish dat my obinions 

You puddin-het Dootch should know. 



' Und ere I norate to you, 

I think it only fair 
We should oonderstand each other 

Prezactly, chunk and square. 
Dere are boints on vhich ve tisagree, 

And I will plank de facts — 
I don't go round slanganderin 

My friendts pehind deir packs. 



BREJTMANN IN POLITICS. 127 

" So I beg 3^ou dake it easy 

If on de raw I touch, 
Then I say I can't apide de sound 

Of your groontin, sbi-shing Dutch. 
Should I in the Legisladure 

As your slumgullion shtand, 
I'll have a bill forbidding Dutch 

Troo all dis 'versal land. 

" Should a husband talk it to his frau, 

To deaf he should pe led ; 
If a mutter breat' it to her shild, 

I'd bunch her in de head ; 
Und I'm sure dat none vill atfocate 

Ids use in public schools, 
Oonless dey're peastly, nashdy, prutal, 

Sauerkraut-eatin vools." 

Ilere Mishder Twine, to gadder breat, 

Slioost make a liddle pause, 
Und see sechs hundert gapin eyes, 

Sechs hundert shdarin chaws, 
Dey shtanden erstarrt like frozen ; 

Ton faindly dried to hiss ; 
Und von set: " Ish it shleeps I'm treamin ? 

Gottausend ! vat ish dis ?" 

Twine keptet von eye on de vindow, 
Boot poldly went ahet : 



12S HANS BREITMANN'S BALLADS. 

" Of your Oder shtinkin hobits 

No vordt needt bier pe set. 
Sbtop goozlin bier — sbtop shmokiii bipes- 

Shtop rootiu in de mire ; 
TJiid sboost un-Dutchify yourselfs: 

Dat's all dat I require." 

Und denn dere coomed a shindy, 

Ash if de sliky hat trop : 
" Trow him mit ecks, py doonder ! 

Go shlog him on de kop ! 
Hei 1 Shoot him mit a powie-knifjs ; 

Go for him, ganz and gar ! 
Shoost tar him mit some fedders ! 

Led's fedder him mit tar I" 

Sooch a teufel's row of furie 

Yas nefer oop-kickt before : 
Soom roosh to on-climb de blatforra — 

Soom hoory to fasten te toor; 
Von veller vired his refolfer. 

Boot de pullet missed her mark : 
She coot de cort of de shandelier: 

It veil, und de hall vas tark ! 

Oh veil was it for Hiram Twine 
Dat nimply he couldt shoomp ; 

Und veil dat he light on a misthar.f, 
Und nefer feel de boomp ; 



BREITMANN 1^ POLITICS. no 

Uud veil for him clat his goot craj horse 

Shtood sattled shoost outside ; 
Fnd veil dat iu an angenblick 

He vas off on a teufePs ride. 

Bang ! bang 1 de sharp pislolen shots 

Vent pipin py his ear, 
Boot he tortled oop de barrick road 

Like any mountain deer: 
Dey trowed der Hiram Twine mit shteins, 

But dey only could be-mark 
Von Glimpse of his vhite obercoadt, 

Und a clotterin in de tark. 

So dey all versembled togeder, 

Ein ander to sprechen mit, 
Und allow dat sooch a rede 

Dey nefer exshpegd from Schmit— 
Dat he vas a foorst-glass plackguard. 

And so pig a Lump ash ran ; 
So, nemine coiitradicente, 

Dey vented for Breitemann. 

Fnd 'twas annerthalb yar dereafter 

Before der Schmit vas know 
Vot maket dis rural fiUage 

Go pack oopon him so ; 
Und he schvored at de Dootch more schlimmcr 

Ash Hiram Twine had tone. 



150 HANS BBEITMANN'S BALLADS. 

Nota bene : He tid it in eavnesht, 
Yliile cler Hiram's vas pusiness fun. 

Boot vhen Breitmann heard de shdorj, 

How de fillage hat peen driclied, 
He shvore bei Leib und Leben 

He'd rader hafe been liclvcd 
Dan be helped bei soosh shumgoozlin ; 

Und 'twas petter to pe a schwein 
Dan a schwindlin honej^foogliu shnake, 

Like dat lyin Yankee Twine. 

Und pegot so heafy disgoosted 

Mit de boledicks of dis land, 
Dat his friendts couldn't Ijarely keep hira 

From trowin oop his hand, [poot; 

Yhen he belt shtraidt flush, mit an ace in his 

Vich phrase ish all de same, 
In de science of de pokerology, 

Ash if he got de game. 

So Breitmann cot elegtet, 

Py vollowin de vay 
Dey manage de elegdions 

Unto dis fery day ; 
Yitcli shows de Deutsch DummeJirUchkeit, 

Also de Yankee " wit :" 
Das ist Abenteuer 

How Breitmann lick der Schmit. 



Breitmann's Going to Church. 



" Videx iglt.ur, Collega carissime, visitatlonem eanonicam esse 
rem hand it a perindosam, sed valde amcBnam, si modo vinum, 
groggio, et cihi praesto sunt." 

[Novi.t.Hmce Epistolre Ohscurorum Virorum. Bcrlinl, F. Bcrg- 
gold, 1869. Epistola xxni.p. 63.] 

D'vAS near de State of Naslifille, 
In de town of Tennessee, 
Der Breitmann vonce vas quarderd 
Mit all his cavallrie. 
Der Sheneral kept him glose in camp, 

He vouldn't let dem go, 
Dey couldn't shdeal de first plack hen, 
Or make de red cock crow. 



Und virst der Breitmann vildly shmiled, 
Und denn he madly shvore : 
" Crate h — 1 mit shpoons und shinsherbread 1 
Can dis pe makin war ? 
Yerdammt pe all der discipline ; 

Verdammt der Sheneral ; 
Vere I vonce on de road, his will 
Were Wurst mir und egal. 
(131) 



133 EANS BREITMA2{N'8 BALLADS. 

" Oh vhere ish all de plazin roofs 

Dat Gladdened vonce mine eyes, 
Und vhere de crand blantaschions 

There ve gaddered many a brize ? 
Und vhere de plasted shpies ve hung 

A howlin loud mit fear ; 
Und vhere de rascal push-whackers 

Ve shashed like vritened deer. 



" De roofs are shtandin fast und firm 

Mit repels blottin oonder ; 
De crand blantaschions lie round loose 

For Morgan's men to ploonder ; 
De shbies go valkin out und in, 

Ash sassy ash can pe, 
Und in de voods de push-whackers 

Are makin foon of me 1 



" 0, vere I on my schimmel grey, 

Mein sabre in mein hand, 
Dey should drack me py de ruins 

Of de houses troo de land. 
Dey should drack me py de puzzards 

High sailen ofer head, 
A vollowin der Breitmann's trail, 

To claw de repel dead." 



BREITMANN'S GOING TO CHURCn. 133 

Outspoke der bold Yon Stossenheim, 

"Who had theories of Gott : 
" Breitmann dis ish shoodgement on 

De vays dat you hafe trot. 
You only lifes to joy yourself, 

Yet you j^ourself moost say 
Dat self-development requires 

De religios Idee." 



Dey set dem down und argued it, 

Like Deutschers vree from fear, 
Dill dey schmoke ten pfounds of Knastcr 

Und drinked drei fass of bier. 
Der Breitmann go py Schopenhauer, 

Boot Yeit he had him denn, 
For he dook him on de angles 

Of de moral oxygen. 

Der Breitmann 'low dat 'pentence 

Ish known in afery glime, 
Und dat to grin und bear it 

Yas healty und sooplime. 
" For mine Sout Sherman Catolilis 

Id vas pe goot I know, 
Likevise dem Nordland Luterans, 

If vonce to shoorsh dey go. 



134 HAWS BBEITMANN'S BALLADS. 

" Boot hoTV vas id mit oders 

Who dinks philosophie ? 
I don't begreif de matter — " 

Said Stossenlieim : " Denn see 
De more dat Shoorsh disgoostet you, 

Und make despise und bain, 
De crater merid ish to go, 

Und de crater ish your gain. 

" I know a liddle shoorsh mineselT 

Oopon de Bole Jack road; 
(De rebs vonce shot dree Federals dere 

Ash into shoorsh dey goed.) 
Dere you might make a bilcrimage, 

Und do it in a tay: — 
Gott only knows vot dings you might 

Bick oop, oopon de vay." 

Den oop dere shpoke a contrapand, 

Yas at de tent id's toor : 
*' Dere's twenty bar'ls of whisky hid 

In dat tabernacle — shore ! 
A rebel he done gone and put 

It in de cellar true ; 
No libin man dat secret knows 

'Cept only me an' you." 



BREITMANN'S GOING TO CHUBGH. 135 

Der Stossenheim he grossed himself 

TJnd knelt peside de fence, 
Uud gried : " Coptain Breitmann, see, 

Die finger Providence." 
Der Breitmann droed his hat afay : 

Says he, " Pe't hit or miss, 
I'fe heard of miragles pefore. 

Boot none so hunk ash dis. 



" Wohl aiif, mine pully cafaliers, 

Ve'll ride to shoorsh to-day ! 
Each man ash hasn't cot a horse, 

Moost shteal von, rite afay. 
Dere's a raw, green corps from Michigan, 

Mit horses on de loose ; 
You men ash vants some hoof-irons, 

Look out und crip deir shoes 1" 

All brooshed und fixed, de cavallrie 

Rode out py moonen-shine ; 
De cotten fields in shimmerin light 

Lay white ash elfenbein. 
Dey heared a shot close py Lavergne, 

Und men who rode afay. 
In de road a-velterin in his ploot 

A Federal picket lay. 



3 HANS BREITMANN'S BALLADS. 

Und all dat he hafe dimes to sa}^ : 

" Vliile slitandin at my post, 
De guerillas got first shot at me ;" 

Und so gafe oop de ghost. 
Den a contrapand, who helt his head, 

Said : " Sah — dose grillers all, 
Is only half a mile from hj^ar, 

A dancin at a pall." 

Der Breitraann shpoke, und brummed it out 

Ash if his heart tid schvell, 
" I'll gife dem music at dat pall 

Yill tantz dem indo hell !" 
Hei ! — arrow-fast — a teufel's ride ! 

De plack man led de vay ; 
Dey reach de house — dey see de lights — - 

Dey heard de fiddle blay. 

Dey nefer vaited for a word, 

Boot galloped from de gloom, 
Und bang ! — a hoonderd carpine shots 

Dey fired into de room. 
Oop vent de groans of vountet men, 

De fittlin died avay ; 
Boot some of dem vere tead before 

De music ceased to blay. 



BBEITMANN'8 GOINO TO CHURCH. 137 

Den crack und smack coom scatterin sliots 

Troo vindow und troo door, 
Boot bang und clang de Germans gife 
Anoder volley more. 
" Dere — let 'em shlide. Right file, to shoorsli !" 

Aloudt de orders ran. 
" I kess I paid dem for dat shot I" 
Shpeak grim der Breitemann. 

All rosen red de momin fair 

Shone gaily o'er de hill. 
All violet plue de shky crew teep 

In rifer, pond und rill. 
All cloudy grey de limeshtone rocks 

Coom oop troo dimmerin wood ; 
All shnowy vite in mornin light 

De shoorsh pefore dem shtood. 

" Now loudet veil de Organ oop. 

To drill mit solemn fear ; 
Und ring also dat Lumpenglock, 

To pring de beoples here. 
Und if it prings guerillas down, 

Ve'U gife dem, py de Lord ! 
De low mass of de sabre, und 

De high mass of de cord 1 



138 EANS BBEITMANF' S BALLADS. 

" Du Eberl^ aus Freiburg, 

Du bist ein Musikant, 
Top-sawyer on de counter-poiut 

Uiid buster in discant ; 
To dee de soul of music 

All innerly ish known, 
Du canst mit might fullenden 

De art of orgel-ton. 

" Derefore a Miserere 

Yilt dou, be-ghostet, spiel ; 
TJnd vake re-raised yearnin. 

Also a holy feel : — 
Pe referent, men — rememper 

Dis ish a Gotteshaus — 
Du, Conrad, — go along de aisles, 

Und schenk de whisky aus !" 

Dey blay crate dings from Mozart, 

Beethoven und Mehul, 
Mit chorals of Sebastian Bach, 

Sooplime und peaudiful. 
Der Breitmanu feel like holy saints, 

De tears roon down his fuss, 
TJnd he sopped out : " Gott verdammich — di3 

1st wahres Kunst2:enuss!" 



BEEITMANN'S GOmO TO CHUEOK 159 

Der Eberle blayed oop so high 

He make de rafters ring; 
Der Eberle blayed lower, imd 

Ve heardt der Breitmann sing, 
Like a dronin wind in piney woods, 

Like a nightly moauin sea, 
Ash he dinked on Sonntags long agone 

Yhen a poy in Germany. 

Und louder nnd mit louder tone 

High oop de orgel bio wed, 
Und plentifuller efer j^et 

Around de whisky goed. 
Dey singed ash if mit singin dey 

Might indo Himmel win : — 
I dink in all dis land soosh shprees 

Ash yet hafe nefer peen. 

Vhen in de Abendsonnenschein, 

Mit doost-cloudts troo de door. 
All plack ash night in goldnen lighdt 

Dere shtood ein schwartzer Mohr. 
Dat contrapand so wild und weh, 

Mit eye-palls glarin round, 
Und cried : " For Gott's sake, hoory oop 1 

De reps ish gomin down I" 



' HA^^S BREITMANN'S BALLADS. 

IJnd vhile he yet vas shpeakin, 

A far-off soundt pegan, 
Down rollin from de moundain, 

Of many a rider smann. 
Und vhile de waves of musik 

Yere rollin o'er deir heads, 
Dey heard a foice a schkreemin : 

" Pile out of thar, you Feds ! 

" For we uns ar' a comin 

For to guv to you uns fits, 
And knock you into brimstun, 

And blast you all to bits ! — " 
Boot ere it done ids shpeakin, 

Dere vas order in de band, 
Ash Breitmann, mit an awefool stim. 

Out-dondered his gommand. 

Und ash fisch-hawk at a mackarel 

Doth make a splurgin flung, 
Und ash eagles dab de fisch-hawks 

Ash if de gods were young ; 
So from all de doors und vindows, 

Like shpiders down deir webs, 
De Dootch went at deir horses, 

Und de horses at de rebs. 



BREITMANE'S GOING TO CHUEOR. I4I 



Crate shplendors of de treadful 

Vere in dat pattle rush ; 
Crate vights mit swordt und carpine 

Py efery fence and busli ; 
Ash pauters vight mit crislies 

In famished morder fits ; 
For de rebs vere mad ash boison, 

Und de Dootch ver droonk as blitz. 



Yet vild ash vas dis pattle, 

So quickly vas it o'er : — 
vhy moost I forefer 

Pestain mine page mit gore ? 
Py liddle und py liddle, 

Dey drawed demselfs afay ; 
Oft toornin round to vighten, 

Like boofialoes at bay. 

De scatterin shots grew fewer, 

De scatterin gries more shlow ; 
Dnd furder troo de forest 

Ve beared dem vainter crow. 
Ye gife von shout — " Victoria P"* 

Und den der Breitmann said, 
Ash he wiped his ploody sabre, 

" Now, poys, count oop your dead !" 



142 HANS BBEITMANN'8 BALLADS. 

small had peen our shoutin 

For slioy, if ve had Ivnown 
Dat de Stossenheim im oaken Wald 

Lay dyin all alone ; 
Yhile his oldt white horse mit droopin hot 

Look dumbly on him down, 
Ash if he dinked, " Vy lyest dou here 

Vhile fightin's goin on ?" 



Slow dyin on de eart, 
Of a Schloss afar in Baden, 

Of his mutter, und nople birt — 
Of poverty und sorrow 

Vhich drofe him like de wind — 
Und he sighed: "Ach weh, for de lofed ones 

Who wait so far pehind 1 

" Wohl auf, my soul o'er de moundains 1 
• Wohl auf — well ofer de sea ! 
Dere's a frau dat sits in de Odenwald, 

Und shpins, und dinks of me. 
Dere's a shild ash blays in de greenin grass, 

Und sings a liddle hymn, 
Und learns to shpeak a fader's name 

Dat she uefer will shpeak to him. 



BREITMANN'S GOING TO CHURGH. US 

" But morclal life ends shortly, 

Unci Heafen's life is long — 
"Wo bist du, Breitmann ? — glaub'es — 

Gott suffers no ding wrong. 
Now I die like a Christian soldier, 

My head oopon my sword : — 
In nomine Domine/" 

Vas Stossenheim his word. 



0, dere vas bitter wailen 

Vlien Stossenheim vas found^ 
Efen from dose dere lyin 

Fast dyin on de grount. 
Boot time vas short for vaiten, 

De shades vere gadderin dim ; 
TJnd I nefer shall forget it, 

De hour ve puried him. 

De tramp of horse und soldiers 

Yas all de funeral knell, 
De ring of sporn imd carpine 

Yas all de sacrin bell. 
Mit hoontin knife und sabre 

Dey digged de grave a span ; 
From German eyes blue gleamin 

De holy water ran. 



144 EARS BBEITMANN'S BALLADS. 

Mit moss-grown sliticks und bark-thong 

De plessed cross ve made, 
Und put it vliere de soklier's head 

Toward Germany vas lakl. 
Dat grave is lost mid dead leafs, 

De cross is gone afay, 
Boot .Gott will find der reiter 

Oopon de Yoimgest Day. 

Und dinkin of de fightin, 

Und dinkin of de dead, 
Und dinkin of de Organ, 

To Nashville Breitmann led. 
Boot long dat rough oldt Hanserl 

Vas ernstliaft, grim nnd kalt, 
ShtiU dinkin of de heart's friend. 

He'd left im gruenen Wald. 

De verses of dis boem 

In Heidelberg I write. 
De night is dark around me, 

De sbtars apove are bright. 
Studenten in den Gassen 

Make singen many a song, 
Ach Faderlandl — wie bist'du weiti 

Ach Zeit ! — ^wie bist du laug ! 



The First Edition of Breitmann. 



^^obiitg ^ob anir Irljp it foas tijat it ntbu appearcb. 



" Uus ist in alten Maeren, 
Wtmders viel geselt. 
Von Helden lobebaeren, 
Von grosser Arebeit, 
Von Festen und Hochzeilen, 
Von Weinen iind Klagiu, 
Von kuehnen Rccken Streiten, 
Mblit Ihr nun Wunderhoren sagen." 

Dek Nibelungen lied. 



FIESDT PARDT. 



Do oos, in anciend shdory, 
Crate voonders isli peen told 
Of laijors fool of glories, 
Of heroes bluff und bold, 
Of high oldt times a-kitin, 
Of howlin und of tears. 
Of kissin und of vightin : 
All dis we likes to hears. 
10 . (145) 



U6 HANS BBEITMANN'S BALLADS. 

Dere growed once dimes in Schwaben, 

Since fifty years pegan, 
An shild of decent elders, 

His name Hans Breitemann. 
De gross adfentures dat he had, 

If you will only look, 
Ish all bescribed so truly 

In dis fore-ljdng book. 

Und allaweil dese lieder 

Vere goin troo his het, 
De writer lay von Sonntay, 

A-shleepin in his bett ; 
Yen lo 1 — a j^ellow bigeon 

Coom to him in a dream, 
De same dat Mr. Barnum 

Yonce had in his Museum. 



Und dus out-shpoke de bigeon : 

"If you should brint de songs, 
Or Oder dings of Breitmann 

Yhich to dem on belongs, 
Dey will tread de road of Sturm und Drang, 

Die wile es mohte leben, 
Und pe mis-geborn in pattle : 

To dis fate ish it erofeben." 



FIRST EDITION OF BBEITMANm U7 



Und dus rebly de dreamer: 
" If on de ice it shlip, 
Den led it dake ids shanses ; 

Rip Sam, mid let 'er rip ! 
Dou say'st id vill be sturm^^ 

Vot sturmy ish, ish crand. 
Crate heroes ish de beoples 

In Uncle Samuel's land. 



Du bist ein rechter Gelbschnabel, 

golden bigeon mine ; 
Und I'll fighdt id on dis summer, 

If id dakes me all de Une. 
Full liddle ish de discount 
Oopon de Yankee peeps." 

" Go to hell!" exglaim de bigeon : 

Foreby vas all mine shleeps. 



SECONDT PARDT. 



DERE vent to Sout Carolina, 
A shentleman who dinked, 
Dat de pallads of der Breitmann 
Should papered pe und inked. 
Und dat he vouldt fixed de brintin 

Pefore de writer know : 

Dis make to many a brinter 

Fool many a bitter woe. 

All in de down of Charleston 

A druckerei he found, 
Yhere dey cut de copy into takes, 

Und sorted it around. 
Und all vas goot peginnen, 

For no man heeded mooch 
Dat half de jours vas Mericans, 

Und half of dem vas Dutch. 

Und vorser shtill, anoder half 

Had vorn de Federal plue, 
Yhile de anti-half in Davis grey 

Had peen Confeterates true. 
Great Himmel ! — Vot a shindy 

Yos shtarted in de crowd 
Yhen some von read Hans Breitmann 

His Barty all aloud 1 
(US) 



FIRST EDITION OF BBEITMANK U9 

Und von goot-nadured Yankee 

He schvear it vos a shame, 
To dell soosh lies on Dutchmen, 

Und make of dem a game. 
But dis make mad Fritz Luder, 

Und he schvear dis treat of Hans, 
Vos shoost so goot a barty 

Ash any oder man's. 

Und dat nodings vos so looscious, 

In all dis eartly shpear, 
Ash a quart mug fool of sauer-kraut, 

Mit a plate of lager bier. 
Dat de Yankee might pe tarn mit himself, 

For he, der Fritz, hafe peen 
In many soosh a barty, 

Und all dose dings hafe seen. 



All mad oopsproong de Yankee, 

Mid all his passion ripe, 
Und vired at Fritz mit de shootin-shtick, 

Wheremit he vas settin type. 
It hit him on de occiput, 

Und laid him on de floor ; 
For many a long day afder 

I ween his het vas sore. 



150 BANS BBEITMANN'S BALLADS. 

Dis roused Piet Weiser der Pfaelzer, 

Who vas quick to act und dink ; 
He held in hand a roller 

Yhere-mit he vas rollin ink. 
Und he dake his broof py shtrikin 

Der Merican top of his het, 
Und make soosh a vine impression 

Dat he left de veller for deat. 



Allaweil dese dings oonfolded, 

Dere vas rows of anoder kind, 
Und drople in de wigwam 

Enough to trife dem plind ; 
Und a crate six-vooted Soutern man, 

Vot hafe vorked on a Refiew, 
Shvear he hope to Gott he mighd pie de forms 

If de Breitmann's book warn't true. 



For de Sout vas ploondered derriple, 

Und in dat darksome hour 
He hafe lossed a j^allow-pine maiden, 

Of all de land de vlower. 
Bright gold doblones a hoondered 

He willingly vouldt pay. 
Ash soon ash a thrip for a ginger-cake, 

Und deem it sheap dat day. 



FIRST EDITION OF BREITMANI^. 151 

To him aut-worded a Yorker, 

Who shoomp den dimes de houn-ti-ee^ 
(De only dings he lossed in de war 

Was a sense of broperty :) 
Says he, " Votefer you hafe dropped, 

Some Oder shap hafe get, 
Und de yallow-pine lilie him petter ash jom ; 

On dat it is safe to bet 1" 



Dead-pale pecame dat Soudem brave, 

He tidn't so moosh as j-ell ; 
Boot he drop right onto de Yorker, 

Und mit von lick bust his shell. 
Den out he flashed his pig-sticker, 

TJnd mit looks of drementous gloom, 
Rooshed vildly into de pattle 

Dat vas ragin round de room. 



Boot in angulo, in de corner, 

Anoder quarrel vas gi'ow 
Twix a Boston shap mit a Londoner, 

Und de row ish gekommen so : 
De Yankee say dat de H-w-mor 

Of Breitmann vas less dan small ; 
Dough he maket de beoples laughen, 

Boot dat vas only all. 



152 HANS BREITMANN'S BALLADS. 

Den a Deutscher say, " By Donuer ! 

Dat soosli a baradox 
Yould leafe no hope for -writers 

In all Pandora's brender box. 
'Twas like de sayin dat Heine 

Hafe no witz in liim goot or bad ; 
Boot he only kept sayin witty dings, 

To make beoples pelieve he had." 



Den de oder veller be-headed 

Dat dere vas not a shbark of foon 
In de Breitmann lieds, vhen you lead dem 

Into English correctly done: 
Den a Proof Sheet veller res-pondered, 

For he dink de dings vas hard ; 
" Dat ish shoost like de goot oldt lady 

Ash vent to hear Arteinas Ward. 



" Ilnd say it vas shames de beoples 
Yas laugh demselfs most tead 
At de boor young veller lecturin, 

Yhen he tidn't know vot he said." 
Hereauf de Yankee answered: 
" Gaul dern it ! — Shtop your fussl" 
Und all de crowd togeder 
Go slap in a grand plug-muss. 



FIRST EDITION OF BBEITMANN. 153 

De Yankee shlog cle Proof Sheet 

Soosch an awfool smack on de face, 
Dat lie slivell rite oop like a poonkin 

Mit a sense of his tisgrace. 
Boot a Deutscher boosted an ink-keg 

On dop of de oders hair, 
It vly troo de air like a boomshell — denn — 

Mine Gotts ! — vot a sighdt' vas dere 1 

Denn ofer all de shapel 

Vierce war vas ragin loose; 
Fool many a vighten brinter 

Got well ge-cooked his goose ; 
Fool many an nose mit listen 

I ween vas padly scrouged ; \ 

Fool many an eye pright-gleamin 

Yas ploody out-gegouged. 

Do wart (ifgehauwen, 

Dere vas hewin off of pones ; 
Do horte man dar inne^ 

Man heardt soosh treadful croans ; 
Jach waren da die Geste^ 

De row vas rough und tough ; 
Genuoge sluogen ivunden, 

Dere vas plooty wounds enough. 



m HAKS BREIT3IANN'S BALLADS. 

De shpirids of anciend brinters 

From Himmel look down oopon, 
Uud allowed dat in a chapel 

Dere vas nefer soosh carryins-on. 
Dere vas Lorenz Coster rait Guttemberg, 

Und Scheffer mit der Fust, 
Und Sweynheim mit Pannartz trop deers 

Oopon dis teufel's dust. 

Dere vas Yankee jours extincted 

Who lay oopon de vlopr ; 
Dere vas Soutern rebs destructed 

Who nefer vouldt Jeff no more. 
Ash deir souls rise oop to Heafen, 

Dey heard de oldt brinters calls ; 
Und Guttemberg gifed dem all a kick 

Ash he histed dem ofer de walls. 

Dat ish de vay dese Ballads 

Foorst vere crooshed in plood und shdorm. 
Fool many a day moost bass afay 

Pefore dey dook dis form. 
De copy flootered o'er de preasts 

Of heroes lyin todt. 
Dis vas de dire peginnin — 

Das war des Breitmann's Note. 



FIRST EDITION OF BBEITMANN. 155 

Dis song in Philadelphia 

Long dimes ago pegun ; 
In Paris vas gonclinued, und 

In Dresden ist full-done. 
If any toubt apout de facts 

In nople minds ish grew, 
Let dem ashk Carl Benson Bristed — 

He knows id all ish drue. 



Und now dese Breitmann shdories 

Ish geprindt in many a land, 
Sogar in far Australia 

Dey're gestohlen und bekannt. 
Geh hin mein Puch in aUe VVelt^ 

Steh auss was dir kompt zu. 
3Ian heysse Dich, man reysse Dich^ 

Nur dass man mir nichts thu. 



Dranslation. 



Go forth my book through all the world. 

Bear what thy fate may be ! 
They may bite thee, they may tear thee, 

So they do no harm to me 1 



I Gili Eomaneskro. 



^ (iigsa ^allab. 



WHEN der Herr Breitmann vas a yungling, he 
vas go, bummin arouudt, goot deal in de 
Worlt, vestigatin human natur, roulant de 
vergne en vergne, ash de Fraentsch boet says : " goin 
from town to town," — seein beobles in gemixed so- 
ciedy, und learnin dose languages vitch ornamendt a 
drue moskopolite, or von whose het ish bemost mit ex- 
perience. Mong Oder tongues ash it would appeared, 
he shpoke fluendly Red Welsh, Black Dootch, Kau- 
der-Waelsch Gaunersprache und Shipsy ; und dis 
latter languashe he pring so wide dat he write a pook 
of pallads- in it — von of vitch pallads I have intuce 
him, mit moush droples, to telifer ofer to de worldt. 
De inclined reader, vill, mit crate heavy-hood, blace 
pefore himself de fexation und lapor I hafe hat in 
der Breitmann his absents to get dese Shipsy verses 
broperly gorrected ; as de only shentleman in town 
who vas culpable of so doin, ish peen gonfined in de 
town-brison, pout some drobles he hat for shdealin 
(156) 



I OILI R0MANE8KB0. 157 

some hens ; uud pefore I coulclt consoolt mit him, he 
vas rooned afay. Den I fond an oldt vomans Shipsy 
who vas do nodins boot peg, und so wider mit 
pout five or four oders more. Derfore der erordoms 
moast pe excused py de enlightened pooplic who are 
fomiliar mit dis peautiful languashe, vitch is now 
so shenerally fashiondbel in literary und shpordin 
cii'cles. 



I Gill Roznaneskro. 



ScHUNAVA, ke baschko dela godla 
Schunava Paschomjiskro. 

Te del miro Dewel tumen 
Dschavena bachtallo. 

Schunava apre to ruka 

Chirildo ke gillela : 
Kamovela but dives, 

Eh'me pale kamaveva. 

A po je wa'wer divesseste 
Schunava pro gilaviben, 

Makana me avava. 

Pro marzos, pro kuriben. 



15S HANS BBEITMANN'S BALLADS. 



So korava kuri bente 
So korava apre drom ; 

Me kanav miri romni, 
So kamela la lakero rorn. 



Dranslation. 



I hear de gock a growin ! 

I hear de musikant ! 
Gott gife dee a happy shourney 

Vhen you go to a distand landt ! 

I hears oopon de pranches 
A pird mit merry shdrain ; 

Goot many tays moost fanish 
Ere I coom to dis blace again. 

Oopon some oder tay-times 
I'll hear dat song from dee ; 

Boot now I goes ash soldier, 
To war on de rollin sea. 

Tint vot I shdeals in pattle, 
Und vot on de road I shdeal, 

I'll pring all to my true lofe 
Who lofes her loafer so well. 



Steinli von Slang. 



riRSDT FAULT. 



DER Watchman look out from his tower, 
Ash de Abendgold glimmer grew dim, 
Und saw on de road troo de Ganer 
Ten shpearmen coom ridin to him ; 
Und he schvear : " May I lose my next bitter, 

Und denn mit der Teufel go hang, 
If id isn't dat pully young Ritter, 
Dehell-drivin Steinli von Slang. 

" De vorldt nefer had any such man. 
He vights like a sturm in its wrath ; 
You may call me a recular Dutchmann, 

If he arn't like Goliath of Gath. 
He ish pig ash de shiant 'Brady, 

More ash sefen feet high on a string ; 
Boot he can't vin de hearts of my lady, 
De lofely Plectruda von Sling." 
(150) 



'GO EANS BREITMANN'S BALLADS. 

De lady makes welcome her gast in, 

Ash he shtep to de dop of de shtairs ; 
She look like an angel got lost in 

A forest of autumn-brown hair. 
Und a bower-maiden said as she tarried : 

" I wish I may bust mit a bang 1 
If id isn't a shame she ain't married 

To der her-re-liche Steinli von Slang!" 

He pows to de Ground fore de lady, 

Yhile his vace ish ash pale ash de tead ; 
Und she vhispers oonto him a rede, 

Ash mit arrow-point accents she said : 
" You hafe long dimes peen dryin to win me, 

You hafe vight, und mine braises you sing 
Boot I'm 'fraid dat de notion ain't in me," — 

De lady Plectruda von Sling. 

" Boot brafe-hood teserfes a reward. Sir ; 

Dough you've hardly a chost of a shanse. 
Sankt Werolf ! — medinks id ish hardt, Sir, 

I should allaweil lead you dis dance." 
Like a bees ven it booz troo de clofer, 

Dese murmurin accents she flang, 
Yhile singin, a stiugin her lofer — 

Der woe-moody Bitter von Slang. 



STEINLI voir SLANG. 



161 



" Boot if von ding jou do, I'll knock under, 
Our droples moost enden damit ; 
Fnd if you pull troo it,— bj^ donderl 

I'll own myself euchred und bit. 
I schvear py de holy Sanct Chlody ! 
Py mine honor — und avery ding ! 
You may hafe me— soul, puttons und pody 
Mit de whole of Plectruda von Sling. 



" Und dis ish de test of your power : 

Vhile ve shtand ourselfs round in a row, 
You moost roll from de dop of dis tower 

Down shtairs to de valley pelow. 
Id ish rough und ash shteep ash my virtue : 
(Mit schwanen shweet accents she sang :) 
" Tont dry if you dinks it vill hurt you. 
Mine goot liddle Ritter von Slang." 

An moormoor arosed mong de beoples ; 

In fain tid she doom in her shcorn. 
Der votchman on dop of de shdeeples 

Plowed a sorryfool doon on his horn. 
Ash dey look down de dousand-foot treppo, 

Dey schveared dey vouldt pass on de ding, 

Und not roll down de firstest tam steppe 

For a hoondred like Fraeulein von Slino- 
11 ^ 



SECONDT PAPyLT. 



[ Mp WAS AucTumn. De dry leafs vere bustlin 
■ Unci visperin deir elfin-wild talk, 
i^ Yen shlow, mit his veet in dem rustlin, 
Herr Steinli coomed out for a walk. 

Wild dooks vly afar in de gloamin, 
He hear a vaint gry vrom de gang ; 

TJnd vished he vere off mit dem roamin — 
De heart-wounded Ritter von Slang. 

TJnd ash he vent musin und shbeakin, 

He see, shoost aheat in his vay, . 
In sinkular manner a streakin. 

An strange liddle pein, in cray, 
Who toorned on him quick mit a holler, 

Und cuttin a dwo-bigeon ving, 
Gried : " Say — can you change me a thaler, 

0, guest of de Lady von Sling ?" 

De knight vas a goot nadured veller, 

(De peggars all knowed him at sight ;) 
So he forked out each groschen und heller 

Dill he fix de finances aright. 
Boot shoost ash de liddle man vent, he 

(Der Ritter) astonished, cried " Dang I" 
Por id vasn't von thaler boot twenty, 

He'd bassed on der Ritter von Slang. 



STEINLI YON SLANG. 



Oh reater ! — soopose soosh a vlight in 

De rangers of me, or of you, 
How we'd toonied on our heels und gon kitin 

Dill no von vas left to pursue 1 
Goot Lort 1 — how we'd froze to de ready 1 

Boot mit him 'dvas a different ding ; 
For he vent on de high, moral steady, 

Dis lofer of Fraeulein von Sling. 

Und dough no von vill gife any gredit 
To dis part of mine dale, shdill ids drue, 

He drafelled,ash if he vould dead it, 
Dis liddle oldt man to pursue. 

Und loudly he after him hollers. 

Till de vales mit de differs loud rang, 
" You hafe gifed me nine-ten too moosh dollars- 
Hold hard 1" cried de Ritter von Slang. 

De oldt man ope his ej^es like a casement, 

Und laidt a cold hand on his prow, 
Denn mutter in ootmosdt amazement : 

" Tot manner of mordal art dou ? 
I hafe lifed in dis world a yar tausend, 

Und nefer yed met soosh a ding ; 
Yet you find it hart vork to pe spouse und 

Peloved py de Lady von Sling I 



1G4 BANS BBEITMANN'8 BALLADS. 

" Unci she vant yon to roll from de tower 
Down shteps to yon rifulet shpot." 

(Here de knight whom amazement o'erbower 
Gried " Himmelspotzpumpenherr Gott!") 

Boot de oldt veller saidt: "I'll arrange it. 
Let your droples und sorrows co hang! 

TJnd no dings vill coom to derange it, 



" So get oop dis small oonderstandin ; 

Dat to-morrow py ten — do 3'ou hear ? — 
You'll pe mit your trunk on de landin; 

I'll pe dere on hand, nefer fear, 
Und I dink ve shall make your 3'oung voman 

A new kind of meloty sing ; — 
Dat vain, vicked, cruel, unhuman, 

Gott tamnaple Fraeulein von Sling I" 

De fiolet shdars vere apofe him, 

Yhite moths und vhite doles shimmered round, 
All nature seemed seekin to lofe him, 

Mit perfume und vision und sound. 
De liddle oldt feller hat fanished 

In a harp-like melotious twang ; 
Und mit him all sorrow vas panished 

Afay from der Steinle von Slang. 



THIRLT PAEDT. 



ID vas morn, und de vorldt hat assempled 
Mit panners und lances und dust, 
Boot de heart of de Paroness trempled, 
Und ofden her folly she cussed. 
For she found dat der Ritter vould do it, 

Und " die or get into de Ring;" 
Und denn she'd pe cerdain to rue it, 
Aldough she vas Lady von Sling. 

For no man in Deutschland stood higher 

Dan he mit de Minnesing crew ; 
He vas friendet to Heini von Steier, 

Und Wolfram von Eschenbach too. 
Und she dinked ash she look from de vinders. 

How herzlich his braises dey sang ; 
"Now dey '11 knock my goot name indo flinders 

For killin der Ritter von Slang." 

Boot oh ! der goot knight had a schauer, 

Und felt most ongommonly queer, 
Yen he find on de dop of de dower 

De gray man pesite him appear. 
Den he find he no more could go valkin, 

Und shtood shoost an potrified ding, 
Yhile de gray man vent round apout talkin 

Und chaffin Plectruda von Sling 1 
(1C5J 



HANS BREITMANN'S BALLADS. 

Den at vonce he see indo de problmn, 

Und vas stoggered like rats at ids vim ; 
His soiil had gone indo de gobkim, 

Und de goblum's hat gone into him. 
TJnd de ej^es of de Volk vas enchanted, 

Dere vas " glamour " oopon de whole gang, 
For dey dinked dat dis goblum vitch ranted 

So loose, vas der Emitter von Slang. 

TJnd Lordt ! liow id dalked I Oonder heafens 

Der vas nefer soosh derriple witz, 
Knockin all dings to sechses und sefens, 

Und gifin Plectruda Dutch fits. 
Mein Gott ! how he poonished und chaffed her. 

Like a hell-stingin, devil-born ding, 
Yhile de volk lay a-rollin mit laughter 

At Fraeulein Plectruda von Sling. 



De ladj^ grew angry und paler, 

De lad}'^ grew rat-full imd red, 
She felt some Satanical jailer 

Ilafe brisoned de tongue in her head. 
She moost laugh ven she vant to pe cryin, 

Und vas crushed -mit de teufelisch clang 
Till she knelt herself, pootty near dyin, 

To dis derriple image of Slang. 



BTEINLl YON SLANG. 



Den der goblum shoomp oop to der cieling, 
Und trow sommerseds round on de vioor, 

Right ofer Plectruda, a-kueelin, 

Dill she look more a vool dan pefore. 

Denn he roll down de shteps light und breezy, 
His laughs made it all apout ring, 

Ash he shveared dere vas noding more easy- 
Dan to win a Plectruda von Sling-. 



Und van he cot down to de pottom, 

He laugh so to freezen your plood ; 
XTnd schwear dat de boomps ash he cot em 

Hafe make him veel petter ash good. 
Boot — oh — how dey shook at his power. 

Yen he toorned himself roundt mit a bang, 
Und roll oop to de dop of de tower 

Vhere he change mit de oder von Slang 1 



Den all in an insdand vas altered ; 

Der Steinli vas coom to himself; 
Und de sprite, vitch in double sense paltered, 

From dat moment acain vas an elf. 
Dey shdill dinked dat von Slang vas de person 

Who had bobbed oop und dowTi on de ving, 
Und knew not who 'tvas lay de curse on 

De iDeaudiful Ladj'- von Sling. 



IGS HANS BBEITMANN'S BALLADS. 

Nun — endlich — Plectruda — repented, 

Und gazed on der Ritter mit shoy ; 
In dime to pe married consented, 

Und vas plessed mit a peautiful poy. 
A dwenty gold biece on his bosom 

Ven geporn vas tiscofered to bang, 
Mit de inscript — " Dis dime don't refuse em." — 

So endet de tale of von Slang. 



To a Friend Studying German. 



Si liceret te amare, 
Ad Suevorum magnum mare 
Spousam te perduccrem. 
[Tristicia Amorosa. Frau Aventiure, von J. V. Scheffel.] 



Vill'st dou learn de Deutsche Sprache? 
Den set it on your card 
Dat all de nouns have shenders, 
Und de shenders all are hard. 
Dere ish also dings called pronoms, 
Yitch ids shoost ash veil to know ; 
Boot ach ! — de verbs or time-words, 
Dey'll work you bitter woe. 



TO A FRIEND STUDYING GERMAN. 169 

Yill'st clou learn de Deutsche Sprache ? 

Denn you allatag moost go 
To sinfonies, sonatas, 

Or an oratorio. 
Ven you dinks you Iniows 'pout musik, 

More ash any oder man, 
Pe sure de soul of Deutscliland 

ludo your soul ish ran. 

Yill'st dou learn de Deutsche Sprache ? 

Dou moost eat apout a peck 
A week of stinging sauer-kraut, 

Und sefen pfoundts of shpeck; 
Mit Gott knows vot in vinegar, 

Und Deuce knows vot in rum : 
Dis ish de only cerdain vay 

To make de accents coom. 

Yill'st dou learn de Deutsche Sprache ? 

Brepare dy soul to shtand 
Soosh sendences ash n'er vere heardt 

In any oder landt. 
Till dou canst bear parentheses 

Pe twisted ohne Zahl ; 
Dann wirst du erst Deutschfertig sejTi 

For a languashe ideal. 



170 EANS BBEITMANN'S BALLADS. 

Yill'st dou learn de Deutsche Sprache ? 

Du moost, mitout an fear, 
Trink efery taj^ a gallon dry 

Of foamin Sherman bier. 
Und de more you trinks, pe cerdain, 

More Deutsch you'll surely pe, 
For Gambrinus ish de Emberor 

Of de whole of Germany. 

Vill'st dou learn de Deutsche Sprache ? 

Pe shoUy, brav und treu, 
For dat veller ish kein Deutscher 

Who ish not a sholl}'^ poy ; 
Find out Yot means Gemiithlichkeit, 

Und try it mitout fail, 
In Sang und Klang dein Lebenlang, 

A heart, ganz kreuzfidel. 

Yill'st dou learn de Deutsche Sprache ? 

If a shendleman dou art, 
Denn shdrike right into Deutschland, 

Und get a shveetesheart 
From Schwabenland or Sachsen, 

Vhere now dis wi'iter pees, 
Und de bretty girls aU wachsen 

Shoost like aepples on de drees. 



LOVE SONG. 171 



Boot if dou bee'st a lady, 

Denn on de oder hand, 
Take a blonde moustaclaloed lofer, 

In de vine-green Sherman land. 
Und if you shouldt kit married, 

Yood mit vood soon makes a vire : 
denn you'll find de Dutch vill coom 

Ash fast as you desire. 



Love Song. 



OVERE mine lofe a sugar-powl, 
De fery shmallest loomp 
Youldt shveet de seas from bole to bole, 
Und make de shildren shoomp. 
TJnd if she vere a clofer-fieldtj 

I'd bet mine only pence, 
It vould'nt pe no dime at all 
Pefore I'd shoomp de fence. 



17Z HANS BREITMANN'S BALLADS. 



Her heafenly foice it drill me so, 

It really seems to hoort ; 
She ish de holiest anamile 

Dat roons oopon de dirt. 
De re'nbow rises ven she sings, 

De soBn shine ven she dalk, 
De angels crow und flop deir vings 

Ven she goes out to valk. 

So livin vhite — so carnadine — 

Mine lofe's gomblexion glow ; 
It's shoost like abendearmosine 

Rich gleamin on de shnow. 
Her soul makes plooshes in her sheek, 

As sommer reds de wein, 
Or sonlight sends a fire-life troo 

An blank karfunkelstein. 



De ueberschwengliche idees 

Dis lofe put in my mind, 
Yould make a foostrate philosoph 

Of any human kind. 
'Tis shuderend sweet on eart' to meet 

An himmlisch-hoellisch qual, 
Und treat mit whiles to kiimmel schnapps 

De Shoenheitsideal. 



Breitmann as an Uhlan. 



"Derevas vonce oopon a dimes a Frantschman, who asket 
if a Sherman could have esprit. Allowia for his pad shbellin, 
de reater vill find dat der Herr Breitmann was have a spree goot 
many dimes. You gant ged round de Dootch. 

Fkitz Schwackenhammer. 



HANS BEEITMAKK'S VISION. 



l» 



OTTS blitz 1 blau Feuer, potz bomben Tod! 

Vot shimmers in de mituacht roth? 

Like hell-shtrom boorst o'er heafen's plain, 
Trowin dead light on eart acain : — 
J a ! — wide im nord om Odin shtone 
Lies a shiant form ira glare alone, 
Troonk py de e|s-kalt roarin shdream 
Der Hans ish hafe ein wunder tream. 
Troonk om haunted Odinstein 
Im Hexenlicht und Elfenschein 
(i73) 



m HANS BREITMANN'8 BALLADS. 

There blooty Druids omens trew 

From grin unci screech of shaps dey slew,* 

Or vhere der Norseman long of yore 

Yas carven eagles on de shore, 

As o'er him yell de Valkyr broot 

TJnd crows valk round knee teep im ploot, 

Vhile rabens schkreem o'er ruddy bay ; 

Dere — ten pottles troonk — Hans Breitmann lay. 

Fast und rof der war-man shnore 
Like de hammer-shlog of Thor, 
Schnell ash Mjollner's bang und beatf 
Heaved de form from het to veet, 
Yhile apofe him in de shkies 
Dere he saw a glorie rise, 
Und im mittle von it all 
De iron lords of crate Valhall. 



Long he gaze mit wolfen glare 
At de Aesir| in de air. 



* " From the palpitations of dyiog hnman victims, Druids and 
Druidesses were wont to draw tlieir aui^uries."— 7%e Early 
Races of Scotland, by Lieut. Col. Forbes Leslie. London, 1866. 

t Mjollner, The Hammer of Thor. 

t Gods in the Norse religion. 



BREITMANN AS AN TJELAN. 175 

Long mit shneerin baren grin 

He toorn his nase auf unci liin 

(For ne'er a Slierman — tam de otts — 

Vas efer yet gife in to Gotts,) 

Dill avery Aes-owned oop dat he 

A gott-llke man of brass moost pe. 

Shtern der Breitmann raise his het, 
To his fader Gotts he set : 
" Let your worts of wisehood shlip ; 
Rush your runes, und let 'em rip I 
For you de gotts hafe efer pe 
Of dose who vere ash gotts to me : — 
Alt Thor der Thoi*en here pelow — 
Vot hell you vants,* I'd like to know?" 

Antworded ash de donner clangs, 
Der fader of de iron bangs : 
" De gotts will let de hell dogs go, 
Und raise damnation here pelow ; 



* Dese ontpressions Ish not to pe angeseen py anypodles ash 
scJivearin, boot ash inderesdin Norse or Sherman idioms. Goot 
many reflewers vot reflewsed to admire soosh dermsln de earlier 
editions isli politelich requestet to braise dem in future nodices 
from a transcendental philological stand-point. 

Fritz Sch-wackenhammeb. 



176 HANS BREITMANN'S BALLADS. 

Until de sassy Frenchmen schmell 
De rifers ten dat roon troo hell. 
To telle dis I eomme dence, 
Dou lord of lion impudence. 

" Drafeller 1 I know dee veil ! 
Breitmann improturbable ! 
Vhen on eart I hat my sh}', 
Breitmann of dat age vas I. 
I schwear py Thor I so crate und ga}', 
I smashed de Jotuns in my tay, 
Und dow shall pe ge-writ sooplime 
Ash de crate Thor of deiner time. 

" Now ve lets de eagles vly 
Skreemin troo de vlamin shky, 
Our own specials : — dare nod laugh ; 
For in de London Telegraphy 
A voondrous poy vot make oos shdare, 
For hop vhat may, he's alvays dere ! 
Vill dell de worlt, troo blut and flame, 
Hans Breitmann ist der Uhlan's name. 

" Und all dou e'er on eart has done. 
From oop gang oontil settin sun, 
Vill pe ash nix — I schvear py Thor ! 
To vat dou'lt do in dieser war ; 



BREITMANN AS AN UELAN. 177 

Plazin roofs und mordered men, 

Hell set loose on eart again ; 

Rush und ride in shtonn und floot, 

Cannon roarin, pools of bloot ; 

Deutscbland mad in fool career, 

Led py dy Ulilanen speer. 

Hell's harfest — sheafs of fictorie, 

Reaped mit deat's sword und reapt by dee 1 

" Ja ! On many a dorf und disch, 
Dou shalt pring a requisish ;* 
Dwendy dimes de Friintscher men 
Hafe sporned dy land in blut acain — 
All dose dwenty dimes in von, 
Py Deutschland shall to France pe done, 
Und dwenty dimes in blut and wein 
Shalst dou refenge de Palatine. 

* Requisish. An abbreviation of the word requisition, which 
Breitmaim had heard during the War of Emancipation. I once 
lieard this cant term used in a droll manner, about the end of 
the war, by a little girl, six years old, the daughter of a quarter- 
master. She had" confiscated," or "foraged," or "skir- 
mished," as it was indiflferently called, a toy whip belonging 
to her little brother of four years, who was clamorously de- 
manding its return. "I cannot let you have the wliip," said 
she gravely, " as I need it for military purposes ; but I can give 
you a requisish for it on my papa, who will give you an order 
on the United States Government." 

.12 C. G. L. 



178 HAFS BREITMANN'S BALLADS. 

" Go ! — mit slipeer und fiery muth I 
Go ! — mit durst for bier und blutl 
Go I — mit lofe for Yaterland, 
Into burning fury fanned : 
Towns und lien-roosts shall hafe shown 
There der Uhlan ist peen gone, 
Und cocks vill cut und men crow tame 
To hear of der Uhlanen name." 



Der fision fadet in de shky, 

Und hours vent on und time goed py, 

Yot heardest don Napolium 1 

De rumpitty, rumpitty, rumpitty poom 1 

Yen you hear de sound of de droom, 

Oh denn you know dat de Dootch hafe coom, 

De treadful roarin Dootch mit de droom 

Und de roompitty, pumpitty, poompitty pum 1 

De wild ferocious Dootch on a bum 

Mit sworts vot shblit de cranium, 

In cannon roar und pattle hum, 

Mit fee und faw on de foe und fam 1 

Led py de awful Breitemura 1 

Bitty boom ! I 

BoomI 



bueitmann in a balloon. 



w 



HO vas efer hear soosh voonders, 

Holy breest or virshin nonn ? 
As pefelled de Coptain Breitmann, 

Vhen he hoont an air-ballon. 
Der Bizzy* und der Dizzy ,-}■ 

Mit Lothairingen nnd Lothair, 
Yas nodings to dis Deutscher, 

Who vent kitin troo de air. 

Id was im yar Nofember, 

In eighdeen sefendee, 
Der Breitmann vent a prowlin, 

By monden light vent he. 
In fillages deserted 

He hear de Uhu moan ; 
For you alvays hear der Uhu | 

Yhere der Uhu-lan ish gone. 



* Bismarck. f Disraeli. 

t Vhu. An owl— the bird of kn-o!f)Z-edge. 
3 (179) 



ISO HANS BREITMANN'S BALLADS. 

Alone allonsed * der Uhlan, 

Boot nodings could he find 
Safe whitey clouds a drivin 

In moonshine fore de wind. 
Boot ash he see dese cloudins 

He bemark dat von vas round, 
Und inshtead of goin oopwarts 

It kep risin towards de ground.f 

"Oh, vot ish dis a gomin? 

Some planet, py de Lord 1 
Too boor to life in heafen, 

Coom down on eart to poard ; 
Und pelow it schwing tree engels — 

Two he-vons mit a wench. 
Boot, mein Gott 1 vot sort of engels 

Can dose pe, dalkin Frasutsch 1 

" I hafe read in Eckhartshausen 
Dat oop in heafen — p}^ tarn 1 
De engels dalk in Sherman, 

Und sing Mardin Luther's psalm. 

* Allons. Uhlan slang for go or went, as in America they 
nse the Spanish word vamos to express every person in every 
Bense of the verb to go. Pronounce allon'd. 

t " Mine bread rises downwarts dis dime, I dink." 

Tales, by J. K. Paulding. 



BREITMANN IN A BALLOON. ISl 

nein — es sind kein engeln 

Yot sail so smoofly on, 
Das sind verfluchte Franzoscn 

In einem luft-ballon 1"* 

Hei I how der Breitmann streak it 

Yen vonce he kess de trnt' ! 
He spurred id like de wild fire 

Of hope in early yout'. 
Troo de weingarts like der teufel 

Then he shase a lawyer's soul ; 
Down der moundain mit his lanze 

Und his wafin banderol. 

Down de moundain, o'er de valle}^, 

Troo de village he ish gone ; 
Dog-barks die out pehind him, 

Oders bark ash he come on. 
Liddle heedet he deir bellin, 

Liddle mind der Hahnen crow ; 
Liddle hear dur Bauren yellin, 

Clotter, dodder, on he go. 

* "O no, those are no angels 

Which sail so smoothly on. 
O no — they're curs6d Frenchmen 
All in an air-balloon. * 



183 HANS BREITMANN'8 BALLADS. 

" Oh, vot ish hoontin foxen, 

Unci vot ish yager pliss, 
Und vot ish shasin bison 

On de blains, to soosh ash dis ? 
I hafe dinked dat roonin rebels 

Yas de pest of eartly fun ; 
Boot id isn't half so shoUy 

Ash to go a luft-ballon." 

Und ash id shdill vent on wart, 

Shdill onwarts mit der wind, 
Dere coom a real madness 

To catch id o'er his mind. 
Und had'st dou seen him vlyin, 

Dat wild onfuriate brick, 
Dou'st hafe schworn dat Coptain Breitmann 

Was pecome balloonatic. 

In fain dey trow deir sand-bags, 

In fain all dings let fall, 
De ballon shdill kep a sinkin, 

Und id vouldn't rise at all. 
Yet de wild wind trife id onwarts, 

Onwarts shdill der Breitmann go, 
Dill he cotch id py a rope-ent 

Yot vas hangin town pelow. 



BREITMANF IN A BALLOON". 1S3 

Boot vhen it risen oopwarts. 

Ash he ghug to id, of corse, 
Mit der lefter hand he holtefc 

To de pridle of his horse. 
Der horse valk on his hind-legs : 

Too schwer to rise vas he ; 
Mein Gott I vot fix for Breitmann 

Of de Uhlan eavallrie 1 



So he go for seferal stunden 

Between himmel und eart pelow, 
Boot der teufel und die engels 

Couldn't make der Hans let go. 
Dill all at vonce an idee 

Coom from his loocky shtar — 
He led co his horse's pridle 

Und glimb oop indo de car 

Und vot you dinks he foundet 

Yhen in dat air-ballon ? 
A nople Englisch vicomte, 

Milord de Robinson ; 
Und mit him vas a laity 

Mit whom he'd rooned afay, 
Whom he introduce to Breitmann 

Ash die Jungfer Salome. 



1S4 HANS BEEITMAFN'S BALLADS. 

Und der dritte was a barson, 

Whom Milord, mit prudent view, 
Hat took als secretaire, 

Likevise for pallast doo. 
Dey sliould hafe bitched him ofer 

Then de gas was out, dey say ; 
Boot de dame vould not 'low it: — 

She'd an arriere pensee. 

Salt Milord : " Afar we've wandered, 

We are done completelj'- brown ; 
And I'll give a thousand shiners 

If you'll take me to a town 
Where no one will molest us 

Till we find our way to Lon — " 
Here der Breitmann ent de sentence 

Ash he gry out, shortly, " done ! " 

" And as for this fair lady 

To whom I would be bound," 
Said Milord, " we'll liave a wedding 

Before we reach the ground. 
To escape her father's anger 

We fled to live in peace. 
But she's relatives in London, 

And they have — the police." 



BREITMANN IN A BALLOON. 185 

vas not clis a voonclers 

To make de Captaiu sliclare ? — 
A tausend pounds in bocket 

TJnd a veddin in de air ? 
lie gafe avay de laity 

Und als sie wieder kam 
Zur festen Erde weider 

Ward sie Robinson Madame* 

"0 go mit me," said Breitmann, 

" go in mein Quartier! 
Don't mind denm gommon soldiers, 

For I'm an officier." 
He guide dem troo de coontry 

Till dey reach de ocean strand ; 
Now dey sit und pless Hans Breitmann 

In de far-off English land. 

Dis ish Breitmann's last adfenture 

How troo Himmel air flew he : 
TJnd it's dime, oh nople reader ! 

For a dime to part from dee. 
Dou may'st dake it all in earnest 

Or pelieve id's only fon ; 
Boot dere's woonder dings has hoppent 

Fery oft in Luft-ballon. 

* And when she came adown 
Unto the earth's firm surface, 
She was Mrs. Robinson. 



BREITMANN AND BOUILLI. 



• Tr&s estim6 ami, — Ick seyn nock nit verdorb, 
Vielleic'kt Sie denck wohl Icar, das ick sey tod gestorb, 
Ock ne Kott loben Dauck, ick leb nock kanss wohl auf. 

Natuiiich wie Kespenst die off die Kasse keh." 

— Deutsch-Fi-auzos, Leipzig, 1736. 



V 



OT roombles down de Bevgstrass ? 

Vot a grasli isli in de air 1 
Mit a desberate gonfusion, 

Und a gry of wild tespair ; 
Das sind getliriisht Franzosen,* 

Und dose wlio after flee 
Are de terror of Champagner, 

Die Uhlan cavallrie. 

So liddle say die hoonted, 
De hoonters lesser shdill ; 

Der Frank is ride for's leben, 
Der Deutsclier rides to kill. 

* Those are thrashed Frenchmen. 
C1S6J 



BBEITMANN AND BO TJILLI. 1S7 

Ofer dicMy-doosty faces 

Deir eyes like wild-katz's glare ; 

De blut und iron ridin 
Of furie und despair. 

Boot of all de wild TJhlanen, 

Der Breitmann ride de pest ; 
For he mark de Franisch gommanter 

Ish most elegandtly tresst. 
Und ash he coom down on him, 

Dere's a deaf look in his eye : 
" Gotts ! if I carfe dat toorkey, 

How I'll make de stoofin vly !" 

Mit a clotter und a flotter, 

Like a hell-sturm dey are on ; 
Mit a rottle to de pattle 

Coom de Deutschers, knockin' down, 
Down de moundain to a brucke — 

Vhy die Friintschmen toorn ad bay ? 
Oder Deutsch were dere pefore dera, 

Und die pridge ish coot avay 1 

. Von second der Franzose 

Look down mit blitzen eye ; 
Yon second at de brucke, 
Den toorn' him round to die. 



1S8 HAWS BREITMANN'S BALLADS. 

Vliile mit out-ge-poke-te lanze, 

Like ter teufel shot from hell, 
Kode der ploonder-shtarvin Breitmann 

On der grau-bart Colonel. 

Vot for der Captain Breitmann 

Ish shdop in his career ? 
Vot for he pool his pridle ? 

Yot for let down his speer ? 
Yot for his eyes like saucers 

Grow pigger, rimmed mit staub ? 
Yot for his hair, a pristlin, 

Lift oop his pickel-haub j^* 

So awfool — so oneart'ly. 

So treadful was his glare, 
So unbeschreiblich gastly, 

Dat der Colonel self was shkare. 
Oop come der Breitmann ridin, 

TJnd mit gratin foice he said : 
" Bist — du — wirkelich — lebendig ? f 

Can de grafe gife oop its tead ? 

* Der Uhlan vas nod shenerally wear pickel-haube, but dis tay 
der 11 err Breitmann gebappant to hafe von on. 

Fkitz Schwackenhammeb. 
t " And art thou truly living ?" 



BREITMANN AND BOUILLL 



" Dou livest yet — dou breaf 'st yet, 

Dough oldter now you pe 
Since I mordered you in Strasburg, 

Mein freund — raon Jean Bouilli. 
We lofed de selfe maiden 

Wohl forty years agone: — 
She died to hear I kilt you :— 

Jean — ^how weiss your beard ish grown 1 

" I would gife my Hab' und Giiter,* 

Dereto mein bit of life, 
Couldt I pring dat shild to leben, 

Und make her, Jean, dy wifel" 
Here der Breitmann boorst out gryin. 

Like a liddle prook vept he ; 
Und dey hugged and gissed einander, 

Der Breitmann und Bouilli. 

" A oh, de efils dat from efil 

Troo a life ish efer grow ! 
Had I nefer dink I killed you, 

Many a man were livin now — • 
Many a man dat shleeps in canebrakes, 

Many a man py pillow-shore ; 
For dy morder mate me reckelos, 

Und von tead man gries for more 1 

* " All my property." 



190 EAF8 BREITMANN'8 BALLAL8. 

" 0, Miidclien ! sclion im Himmel ! * 

(Warst schon on eart' diflne) — 
Cau'st dink among de Engeln 

Of soosh as me und mine ? 
Den look on soosh a Reue, 

Ash eart' has nefer known : — 
"Wliereto hast dou a sabre ? 

Wherefore not kill me, Jean ?" 

" 0, ne pleurez pas, mon Breitmann 1 

Je trouve cela trop fort," 
Gry der Colonel sehr politelich ; 

" How ! — you crois dat I was mort ! 
Mon Dicu 1 'Tis but one minute, 

As we galloped to this plain, 
I thought your spear, mon gaillard, 

Would kill me o'er again. 

" Je vous fais mon compliment. 

Your tendreese becomes you well ; 
Et ne pleurez pas, mon brave, 

Pour la petite demoiselle. 
I have had a thousand since ; 

One can always find such game ; 
Et pour dire la v^rite, 

I have quite forgot her name." 

* " O maiden fair in Heaven ! " 



BREITMANN AND BOVILLL 



Der Breitmann look so earnest, 

Long and earnest at his foe, 
Asli if seein troo his augen 

To de forty years ago. 
Mit vot a shmile der Breitmann 

Toorned roundt und rode away: 
Dat was all his parting greetin 

To der Golon^l Francais. 



BREITMANN TAKES THE TOWN OF NANCY. 







HEAR a wondrous shclory 
Vot soimdet like romance, 
How Breitmann mit four Uhlans 
Vas dake de town of Nantz. 
De Frlintschmen call it Nancy.* 
Und dey say its very hard 
Dat Nancy mit her soldiers 
Vas getook py gorpral's guard. 

Dey dink id vas King Wilhelm 
Ash Hans ride in de down, 
Und like Odin in his gloria 
Gazed derriply aroun'. 
Denn mit awfool condesenchen 
He at de Friintschmen shtare, 
Und say, " Ye wretsched shildren 1 
Abbortez mir vodre mereP^ 



* Nancy, the "light of love" of Lorraine. — London Times, 
Dec. 6, 1870. 

(1D2J 



HE TAKES THE TOWN OF NANCY. 193 

Hans mean de city Sj'ndic, 

Yhom maire de Frantschmen call ; 

So mit a tousand soldiers 

Dey 'scoi't him to de Hall: 

In de shair of shtade dey sot him, 

Der maire coom to pe heard, 

ITnd Hans glare at hitn fife minutes 

Pefore he shpeak a word. 

Den in iron dones he ootered: 
" Ich temand que rentez fous : 
Shai dreisig mille soldaten 
Bas loin I'ici, barploo ! 
Aber tonnez-moi Champagner; 
Shai an soif exdrortinaire — 
Apout one douzaine cart-loads ; 
Und dann je fous laisse faire." * 



* " I require you to surrender : 
I have thirty thousand men 
Not far from here, parbleu ! 
But give me first champagne ; 
I've a wondrous thirst, you know- 
About a dozen cart-loads ; 
And then I'll let you go." 
13 



IH HANS BREITMANN'S BALLADS. 

Denn he say to Schwackenbammerj 
His segretaire — " Read 
A liddle exdra liste 
Of dings de army need, 
Und dell dem in Franzosisch 
Dey moost shell de neetfool down 
In less dan dwendy minudes, 
Or, py Gott, I'll purn de town." 

" Item — on tousand vatches 
Of purest gold so fair ; 
Dazu f iinf tousand silbern, 
For de gommon soldiers' wear; 
Und tree dousand diamant riuge 
Dey moost make tirectly come, 
We need dem for our schweethearts 
Yen we write to em at home I 

" Yon million cigarren 
Ye'll accept ash extra boons 
For not squeezin dem seferely, 
Dazu dwelf tousend shboons." 
Here der maire fell down in schwoonin, 
Denn all dat he could say 
Yas " mon dieu de dieu, dieu I 
Nous voila ruinees I" * 

*"OLord, Lord, Lord! 
We are ruined !" 



HE TAKES THE TOWN OF NANCY. 195 



He only make a sgratch, 
Calm and silend, on de daple, 
Mit a liddle friction match. 
De maire versteh de motion, 
So went liim to de task 
Of raisin mong de peoples 
Yot it vas der Breitmann ask. 

So kam he mit de ringd 
Dey vind dem pooty soon ; 
So kam he mit de vatches, 
Und avery silber spoon. 
Boot ash for de champagner 
He wept and loudly call 
Dat par dieu ! he hadn't any, 
For de Deutsch hafe troonk it all. 

Ja I — de gorporal's guart have trinket 
Efery pottle in de down, 
Yhile dese negotiations 
Oop-stairs rere written down. 
Boot der Breitmann sooplimely. 
Like von who nodings felt, 
Said, "Instet of le champagner 
Nous brentirons du gelt.* 

* " We will take the ready gelt.^* 



106 BANS BBEITMANN'8 BALLADS. 

" Ja wohl 1 Donnes cent mille franken, 
C'est mir dgal, you know; * 
Pid clem pring id in a horrj, 
For 'tis dime for oos to go." 
Der maire he pring de mone}', 
TJnd der Breitmann squeeze his hand,- 

" Leb wohl, dou nople brickbat, 
Herzbruder in Frankenland 1 

" Boot it griefes my soul to larmen, 
TJnd I sypatize mit dein, 
To pense of you, mon ami, 
Sans le champagner wein. 
Dere will oder Deutsch pe gomin, 
TJnd it preak mine heart to dink 
De \ay dej^ll bang and slang you 
If dere's no champagne to trink I 

" Cela fous fera misere 
Que she ne feux bas see ; 
So, vollow mes gonseilles, 
Et brenez mon alls. 



* " Yes, give a hundred thonsand francs, 
'Tis all one to me, you know.'* 



EE TAKES TEE TOWN OF NANCY. 197 

Sbai, moi, deux mille boutelles, 
De meilleur dat man can ashk,* 
Vich I will gladly sell — 
Sheap as dirt — ten franks a flask." 

De maire look oop to heafen, 
Wohl nodiugs could he say. 
Vhile oud indo de mituight 
Der Breitmann rode afay. 
Away — atown de falley, 
Till noding more abbears 
Boot de glitter of de moonlight, 
De moonlight on deir spears. 

* "Ah, that will make you trouble, 
Which I would not gladly see ; 
80, follow all my counsels, 
And take advice from me. 
I have, two thousand bottle* 
The best " 



Breitmann in Bivouac, 



H 



E sits in bivouacke, 

By fire, peneat' de drees ; 
A pottle of champagner 

Held shently on his knees ; 
His lange Uhlan lanze 

Stuck py him in de sand ; 
Yhile a goot peas-poodin' sausage 

Adorn his oder hand. 

TJnd jungere Uhlanen 

Sit round wit oben mout' 
To hear der Breitmann's shdories 

Of fitin in de Sout.' 
TJnd he gife dem moral lessons, 
How pefore de battle pops : 
" Take a liddle bra3^er to Himmel, 

Und a goot long trink of schnapps. 
(lOS) 



BBEITMANN IN BIVOUAC. 199 

Den his leutenant bemarket : 

" How vooncler shdrange it peen 
Dat so very many wild pigs 

Ish dis year in de Ardennes. 
Ash I scout dere — donner'r 'wetter ! — • 

I sail dem coom heraus, 
Shoost here und dere an Eber 

Mit a hoondert tousand saus. 



" Shost dink of all dese she-picks 

Yor flet to neutral land !" 
Said Breitmann : " Fery easy 

Ish dis to oonderstand : 
Dese schwein-picks mit de sauen 

Yot you saw a-roonin rond, 
Ish a crate medempsygosis 

Of the Friintsche demi-monde. 

" I hafe readet in de Bible 

How soosh a coterie 
Vas ge-toornet indo swine-picks, 

Und roon down indo de see ; 
Boot since de see aint handy, 

Or de picks vere all too dumm, 
Dey hafe coot agross de porder 

Und vly to Belgium." 



EANS BREITMANN'S BALLADS. 

Kow ash cley boorst oud laughin, 

Und got more liquor out, 
Dey hearden from de sendry 

A shot and denn a shout. 
Und Breitmann ci'asp his sabre 

Quich ash de bullet hiss, 
Und leapin out, demantet, 

" Her'r'r'r Gott 1 vat row ish dish ?" 

Und bold der Schwabian auswert : 

" Dis minute on de ground 
Dere coomed a Friintschman greepin, 

On all-fours a-prowlin round. 
I ask him vat he van ted ; 

Werda ! I gry; boot he 
Say nodings to my shallenge, 

Und only answer ' OuiJ' 

" So I shoot him like der teufels, 

Und I rader dink our friend, 
Dis sneakin Frank-tiroir, 

Ish a-drawin to his end." 
So dey hoonted in de pushes, 

Und in avery gorner dig. 
Boot, mein Gott ! how dey vas laughen, 

Ven dey found a — mordered pig. 



BBEITMANN IN BIVOUAC. 



Next week dey hear from Paris, 

Unci reat in cle Gaulois 
Of de most adrocious action 

Der vorlt vas efer saw. 
How de Uhlan cannibalen, 

Dis vile und awful pi'ood, 
Hafe killt a nople Friintschman, 

Und cut him cop for food. 

" Ja — shop him indo sausage, 

Und coot him indo ham ; 
Und schwear dey '11 serfe all oders 

Exacdly so — py tam 1 
Sons of France, awake to glory, 

Let your anciend valor shine ! 
Und schweep dis Prussian vermin 

Het und dails indo de Hhine I 



BEEITMANN'S LAST PARTY, 



For fear of some missed onder standinf^s, I vould slitate, riat 
A\s is only mean de lastBartj' dat dcr Herr Coptain Breitmaun 
lias ge given — as yed. Pimepy I kess he gife aaoder -.von, und 
if I kits an in-leading, or indrotuckshun, I kess I'll go. I am 
von of de vellers dat vos ad de virst Barty, vhere mine cousine 
de Madilda Yane vas tautz mit Herr Breitmann. 

Fritz ScnwACKENnAMMER, 
Olim Studiofsit!^ Tfteologice, now Uhlan free-lancer, 
and Segretarius of Coptain Breitmann 



V 



OT gollops at midnight, 

Mit IVroolah and 3'ell, 
Like der teufel's wild 3'ager 

Boorst loose out of hell ? 
Vot cleams in the sunrise 

Bright vlashin in gold ? 
Das sind die Uhlanzers 

Of Breitmann der bold. 
(202) 



BREITMANN'8 LAST PARTY. 203 

Dey frighten cle coontry, 

De}'' ploonder de toun ; 
And when dey are oop 

Die Franzosen co doun ; 
For pefore de wild Norsemen 

De Southron must flee: 
Ab ira Normannorum 

Libera nos Domine 1* 

How dey sweep de chateux ! 

How dey grab oop de hens 1 
Und gobble de toorkeys 

Shoot oop in de pens ! 
Like de Angel of Deaf 

Dey are ragin abroad : 
You may track dem py fedders 

Knee-deep in de road. 

der Breitmann ish on, 

Und der Breitmann is on, 
Und mit him de Uhlans 

Are ploonderin gone. 
De demon of fengeance 

His wings o'er em vave, 
Mit deir fingers like hooks, 

Und de breat' of de grafe. 

* From the wrath of the Norlhmcn, deliver us, Lord ! 
6 



HANS BBEITMANN'S BALLADS. 

Dey coom to a castel, 

So shplenclid, of bricks 
Franzosen defend it. 

Das help em gar iiichts. 
For de Uhlans hafe take it, 

Dey smash in de gate, 
Und inshpired by Gott's fury, 

Dey shdole all de plate. 

From shamber to shamber 

Dey fighted deir way, 
Till dead in de hall 

De Franzosen all lay ; 
TJud dere shtood a miidchen 

So lieblich und hold. 
Who laugh at de dead 

Troo her ringlocks of gold. 

Den der Breitmann, all plooty, 

To'ra madel so lind, 
Spoke courtly und tender : 

" Vy laughst dou, mein kind V 
Denn de plue-eyed 3'oung peaudy, 

Mit lippe so red, 
Said, "Vy not shall I laughen? 

Dose Frenchmen are dead. 



BREITMANN'S LAST PARTY. 205 

•' I coom hear from Deutschlancl, 

De sMldren to teach ; 
Dey mock me for Deutsch, 

Unci dey sneer at mine sbeech ; 
Und since de war komm, 

Dey vas nearly gone mad, 
You wouldn't peliefe 

How de}'- dreet me so pad." 

Mit a tear Breitmann bend, 

To de peaudifool miss ; 
" Crate Gott 1 cans't dou suffer 

Soosh horrors ash dis?" 
His arm round de maiden 

Der hero has bound, 
XJnd it shtaid dere goot vhile, 

'Fore dey got it unwound. 

" Ho ! fetch me do diamonds I 

Ho 1 shell out de rings I 
Mit all in de castle 

Of dat sort of dings." 
'Twas brought to de Captain — 

A donderin load : 
At de veet of de madchen 

Dat ploonder he trowed. 



EANS BEEITMANN'S BALLADS. 

" Ho 1 pring oos champagner 1 

Und light oop de ball ! 
Dis night der Herr Breitmann 

Will gife you a ball. 
Dat pile of dead vellers, 

Yot died for La France, 
May see, if dey like. 

How de Shermans can tance." 

Dey find laties' garments, 

Und — troot to confess — 
Likewise som Friintsch maidens. 

Who help dem to tress. 
De rest of de Uhlans, 

Who hadn't soosh loves, 
Fixed oop in black clothes 

Mit white chokers und gloves. 

Now liei ! for de fittles I 

Und hei I for clavier I 
For de tantz of de Uhlans — 

De men of de speer 1 
How de shendlemen ashk 

If dey'd blease introduce ; 
How de ladies mit beards 

Were called Espionnes Prusses I 



BBEITMANN'S LAST PABTT. 207 

Hei, ho ! how dey tanz^t I 

Hei, ho ! how dey sang ! 
How mit klingen of glasses 

De braun arches rang ! 
How dey trill from deir hearts, 

Ash dey pour out der wein, 
De songs of de Oberland, — 

Sono^s of der Rhein 1 



Und madder und wilder, 

All whirlin around, 
Vent Hans mit de maiden 

In Bacchanal bound. 
She helt to his peard, 

Und dey gissed as if mad ; 
I tont dink dat efer 

Vas dimes like dey had. 

Boot calm in de hall, 

Ever calm on de floor. 
Was a row of still guests 

Dat wouldt tantz nefermore. 
Mit plood shtreams black winding, 

Der lord mit his men. 
When der Youngest Day cooms 

Hans may meet dem acain. 



SOS HANS BEEITMANN'S BALLADS. 

Hoorah for cler Uhlan, 

So rash unci so wild I 
Hoorah for cler Uhlan, 

Der teufel's own child ! — 
Dis ish " Breitmann's Last Barty," 

Dey'll sing it for years ; 
De lords of de lanzes, 

De sons of de speers. 

For cley frighten de coontry, 

Dey ploonder de toun ; 
Und when dey are oop 

De Franzosen go doun ; 
For pefore de wild Norsemen 

Weak Southrons moost flee : 
Ab ira Normannorum 

Libera nos Dominel 



Hans Breitmann in Europe, 



LSEITMANN IN PARIS. 
(18 6 9.) 



" Recessit in Franciam." 

" Et afiFectu pectoris, 
Et toto gestu corporis, 
Et scholares maxime, 
Qui festa colunt optime." 

— Carmina Parana, loth century. 







En teufel's los in Bal Mabille, 

Dere's hell-fire in de air, 
De Qd'llers can't blay noding else 

Boot Orph^e aux Enfers; 
Vot makes de beoples howl mit shoj'' ? 

Da capo — bravo I — bis ! ! 
It's a Deutscher aus Araerika: 

Hans Breitmann in Paris. 
J4 (209) 



SIO HANS BBEITMANN'S BALLADS. 

Dere's silber tonghts vot might hafe peen, 

Dere's golden deed vot must : 
Der Hans ish come to Frankenland 

On one eternal bust. 
Der same old rowdy Argonaut 

Yot hoont de same oldt vleece, 
A hafin all de foon dere ish — 

Der Breitmann in Paris. 

Mit a gal on eider shoulder 

A holdin py his beard, 
He tantz de Cancan, sacrament : 

Dill all das Yolk vas skeered. 
Like roarin hippopotamos, 

Mit a kangarunic shoomp, 
Dey feared he'd smash de Catacombs 

Each dime der Breitmann bump. 

De pretty liddle cocodettes 

Lofe efery dings ish new, 
" D'ou vient il done ce grand M'sieu? 

sacre nora de Dieu 1" 
In fain dey kicks deir veet on high, 

And sky like vlyin geese, 
Dey can not kick de hat afay 

From Breitmann in Paris. 



BBEITMANN IN PARIS. 211 

vbere vas id cler Breitmann life ? 

Oopon de Rond Point gay, 
Yot slidreet lie shoost peliind his house ? 

La rue de Rabelais. 
Aroundt de corner Harper's shtands 

There Yankee drinks dey mill, 
Vhile shdraight abet, agross de shdreet, 

Der lies de Bal Mabille. 

Id's all along de Elsies, 

Id's oop de Boulevarce, 
He's sampled all de weinshops, 

XJnd he's vinked at efery garge. 
Dou shveet plack-silken Gabrielle, 

let me learn from dee, 
If 'tis in lofe — or absinthe drunks, 

Dat dis wild ghost may pe ? 

Und dou may'st kneel in Notre Dame, 

Und veep away dy sin, 
Yhile I go vight at Barriere balls, 

Oontil mine poots cave in ; 
Boot if ve pray, or if ve sin — 

Yhile nodings ish refuse, 
'Tis all de same in Paris here, 

So long ash V on s' amuse. 



n2 HANS BREITMANN'S BALLADS. 

life, mein dear, at pest or vorst, 

Isli boot a vancy ball, 
Its cratest shoy a vild gallop^ 

Vhere madness goferns all. 
Und should dey toorn ids gas-liglit off, 

Und nefer leafe a slibark, 
Sdill I'd find my vay to Heafen — or — • 

Dy lips, lofe, in de dark. 

crown your het mit roses, lofe 1 

keep a liddle sprung 1 
Oonendless wisdom ish but dis : 

To go it vhile you're yung ! 
Und Age vas nefer coom to him, 

To him Spring plooms afresh, 
"Who finds a livin' spirit in 

Der Teufel und der Flesh. 



BEEITMANU IIT LA SOBBONNB. 







ER Breitmann sits in La Sorbonne, 

A note-pook in his hand, 
'Tvas dere he vent to lectures, 

Und in oldt Louis le Grand. 



BALADE. ^13 

Id's more ash two unci clwendy years 

Since here I used mein pen ; 
Oh, where ish all de characders, 

Dat I hafe known since denn ? 

Der cratest boet efer vas, 

Der pest I efer known, 
Yent lecdiires here, too, shoost like me, 

Le Sieur Frangoys Villon. 
He raise de teufel all arount, 

He hear de Sorbonne chime ; 
Crate shpirid ender in mein heart, 

Und mole mein soul to rhyme. 



Balade. 

Dictes moy — in what shpirit land 

Ish Clara Lafontaine ? 
Or Pomare, or La Frisette, 

Who blazed on soosh a train ? 
Shveet Echo flings de quesdion pack, 

O'er lake or shdreamlet lone ; 
All eartly peauty fiides afay, 

Vhere ish dem lofed ones gone ? 



Sllf EAN8 BREITMANN'S BALLADS. 

Oh, vliere ish Lola Montez uow, 

So lofed in efeiy land ? 
How oft I shmoked dose cigarettes 

She rollt mit vairy hand ! 
Dat mighdy soul, dat shplendit brick, 

A saint's pecrme to be, 
For mit soosh saints der Breitmann make 

His Hagiologie. 

Und vhere ish La Pochardinettc ? 

Ish she too mit de dead ? 
She lofed de Latin Quarter mit 

A hat und fedder on her het. 
Lebe wohl petite Pochardinettc ! 

Qui ne safait refuser, 
Ni la ponche a la bleine ferre, 

Ni sa pouche a un paiser. 

Prince ! dese quesdions all are nix, 

I sit here all alone, 
Mit von refrain to end de shdrain, 

Yhere ish mein lofed vons gone ? 
Yhen MarcoAdtch has cut und run, 

Und Schneider's off de ving, 
Some cray old reprobate like me 

Vill of dese lofed vons sing. 



BEEITMANN IN FORTY-BIGHT. 



D 



ERE woned once a studente, 

All in der Stadt Paris,* 
Whom jeder der ihn kennte, 

Der rowdy Breitmann hiess. 
He roosted in de rue La Harpe, 

Im Luxembourg Hotel, 
'Twas shoost in anno '48, 

Dat all dese dings pefel. 

Boot he who vouldt go hoontin now 

To find dat rue La Harpe, 
Moost hafe oongommon shpecdagles, 

TJnd look darnation sharp. 
For der Kaisar und his Hausmann 

Mit hauses made so vree, 
Dere roon shoost now a Bouleverse 

There dis shdreet used to pe. 



* There is a German student's song wliich begins with this 
couplet. 

(215) 



HANS BREITMANN'8 BALLADS. 

In dis Hotel de Luxembourg, 

A vild oldt shdory sa}'-, 
A slitudent vonce pring home a dame, 

Und on de nexter day, 
He pooled a ribbon from her neck — 

Oflf fell de lady's het; 
She'd trafelled from de guillotine, 

TJnd valked de city — deadt. 

Boot Breitmann nefer cared himself 

If dis vas falsch or drue, 
I kess he hat mit lifin gals 

Pout quite enough to do. 
Und Februar vas gomin, 

Ganz revolution n aire, 
TJnd vhere der Teufel had vork on hand, 

Der Hans vas alvays dere. 

Und darker grew de beople's brows, 

No Banquet could dey raise, 
So dey shtood und shvore at gomers, 

Or dey singed de Marseillaise. 
Und here und dere a crashin sound 

Like forcin shutters ran, 
Und boorstin gun-schmidt's vindows in 

Hard vorked der Breitemann. 



BREITMANN IN FORTY-EIGBT. S17 

He helped to howl Les Girondins, 

To cheer be beople's hearts ; 
Me maket dem bild parricades 

Mit garriages iind garts. 
Then a bretty maideu sendinel 

Yonce ask der countersign, 
He gafe das kind a ronsin giss, 

Gott hute dir und deini 

Und wilder vent de pattle, 

France spread her oriflamme, 
Und deeper roared de sturm-bell, 

De bell of Notre Dame ; « 
Und he who nefer heard it, 

O'er shots und cries of fear, 
Loud booming like a dragon's roar, 

Has someding yet to hear. 

Und in de Faubourg Sainte Antoina 

Dere corned a fusillade, 
Und dyin groans und fallin deadt 

Tere roundt dat parricade. 
But der song of Revolution 

From a tousand voices round, 
Made a fearful opera gorus 

To de deaf gries on de ground. 



HANS BREITMANN'S BALLADS. 

tJnd all around dose parricades 

Dey raise der teufel dere ; 
Somedimes dey vork mit pig-axes, 

TJnd somedimes mit gewehr. 
Dey maket prifate houses 

Gife all deir arms afay, 
Und denn oopon de panels 

Dey writet Amies donnees. 

Und ve saw mid roarin vollies, 
Shtreaked like banded settin suns, 

Two regiments coome ofer, 
•TJnd telifer oop deir guns. 

Hei! — how de deers vera roonin: 
Heil — how dey gryed hurrahs! 

For dey saw de vight vas ofer, 

TJnd dey know dey gained deir cause. 

Dus spoke deir hearts outboorstin, 

In battle by de blade. 
From sun to sun mit roarin gun 

TJnd donnerin parricade. 
In vain pefore de depudies 

De princes tremblin stood, 
Vot cooms in France too late a day 

Cooms shoost in dime for blood. 



BBEITMANN IN FOBTY-EIOHT. 219 

Ylien de Tuileries vas daken, 

Amid de scotterin shot, 
Und vlyin stones, und howlin, 

XJnd curses vild und hot. 
'Tvas dere Hans clobbed his musket, 

Und dere de man vas first 
To roosh into de palace, 

Yen de toors vere in-geburst. 

Some vellers burn de guart-haus. 

Some trink des Konigs wein ; 
Some fill deir hats mit rasbry sham. 

Tin prandy beeches fein. 
Hans Breitmann in de gitchen 

Vas shdare like avery ding, 
To see vot lots of victual-de-dees 

Id dakes to feed a king. 

Und Oder volk, like plackguarts, 

"Vent dook de goaches out ; 
Und burnin dem, dey rolled dem 

Afay mit yell und shout. 
Der Brietmann in der barlor, 

Help writen rapidly, 
La liberie pour la Pologne! 

Likevise — pour Vltalie! 



220 HANS BREITMANN'S BALLADS. 

Den in der Tiiileries courtyard 

Ten tousand volk come on ; 
De}^ vas gissiu und hurrahin 

For to dink der king vas gone. 
Some vas hollerin und tantzin 

Round de blazin oldt caboose 
Yben Frantschmen kits a goin, 

Den dey leis der teufel loose. 

Boot von veller set me laughin, 

Who roosli madly roun de field ; 
He hat rop de Cluny Museum, 

Und gestohlen speer und schild. 
Mit a sblentit royal charger, 

Yitch he hat soraevhere found, 
Like a trunken wild Don Quixote, 

He vent tearin oop und round. 

Doun vent de line of Bourbons, 

Doun vent de vork of years. 
Ash de pillars of deir temple 

Ge-crashed like splintered speers; 
Und o'er dem rosed a phantom, 

"Wild, beautiful, und weak, 
Vhile millions gr}' arount her — 

Yive ! vive la Republique 1 



BEEITMANN IN FORTY-EIGET. 

Tree days mid shdiflin powder shmoke, 

Tree days mid cheers und groans, 
Ye fought to guard de parricades, 

Or pile dem oop mit shtones. 
De hand vitch held de bistol denn, 

Or made de crowbar bite, 
Das war de same Hans Breitmann's hand 

Vitch now dese verses write. 

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Breitmann in Belgium. 



Vlaenclcren, dag en nacht 

Denk ik aen u. 
Waer ik ook ben en vaer, 
Gy zyt my altyd naer. 
Vlaenderea, dag en nacht 

Denk ik aen u. 

Overal vrolykheid, 

Overal lust. 
Maegden van fier selact, 
Knapen zoo vroom en draet, 
Overal vrolykheid, 

Overal lust. 

Eoffmayni von Fallersleben. 



BEEITMANIT IN SPA. 



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HEN sommer drees shake fort dcir leafs, 
Ash maids shake out deir locks, 

Und singen mit de rifulets, 
Vitch ripplen round de I'ocks, 



BBEITMANN IN SPA. 



Unci beople swarm land-outwards, 

Und cities weary men, 
Hans Breitmann rode de Belgier mark 

For Spa in Les Ardennes. 

TJnd vhen he came to Spadenland, 

He found it fein und fair. 
For dey pour him out de peke schnapps, 

Dazu elixir rare ; 
Und mit a soldier's inshdink 

To find a shanse to shoot, 
Mitout delay he fire afay 

Right in de Grande Redoute.* 

De virst shot dat der Breitmann fired 

He pring de peaches down. 
For he hit de double zero mit 

A gold Napoleon. 
TJnd ash he raked de shiners in, 

He hummed a liddle doon : 
• I kess I tont try dat again," 

Said he, dis afdernoon. 

Boot vhen he coom to rouge et noir, 

A tear fell tripplin denn, 
Id look so moosh like goot old dimes, 

To come dose games again. 
* La Redoute— the gambling-room at Spa. 



HANS BREITMANN'S BALLADS. 

Yet vhen he lossed a hundred francs, 
He sadly toorned afay, 
'' I'd rader keep de tiger here, 
Dan vight him, any day." 

Und shtanding py de daple, 

He saw a French lorette 
Vat porrowed shpecie all around, 
Und lossed at efery bet. 
" Id's all de same mit dis or dat, 
Or any kind of sin, 
De lorette or de rolette — hot' 
Will make de money shpiu." 

He trinket of Le Pouhon well, 

Und from La Sauveniere ; 
He tried it ad de Barisart, 

Und auch de Geronstere. 
" Dey say dat Troot' lie in a well, 

So trink from all we can, 
Und here we'll prove dat Troot is Health," 

Dat's so, says Breitemann. 

So long in ruined Franchimont 

He sat on hollowed ground, 
Und dinked of Wilhelm de la Marck, 

Who'd raked dat coontry round. 



BREITMANN IN SPA. 



"Mein GottI how id vas mofe mine herat 
To read in hislidoiy, 
TJnd find de scattered shiuin lights 
Of vellers shoost like me ! 

" Dis nople boar-pig of Ardennes, 

Dis shtately Wallowin lord, 
Yas make him vamous joy de pen, 

TJnd glorious py de swordt. 
Und showed his hero-scholarship, 

Yen he wrote to de pishop, ' Satis, 
Brulabo monasterium 

Yestrum, si non payatis.' 

" Dey sa}' dat in de keller here 
Dere lifes a coblin briest, 
Dereto a teufelsjiigersmann 
Yot guard a specie chest. 

if I vonce could find de vay, 
Und spot dat box of checks, 

1 voonder shoost how long 'twould pe 
Pefore I'd twis deir necks." 

Und in de Walk of Meyerbeer, 
Yhere plashin brooklets ring, 

lie see vhere in de water wild 
De wood-birds flip deir wing. 
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226 EAN8 BREITMANN'S BALLADS. 

" Ash de prooklet's lost in de rifer, 
Und de rifer's lost in de sea, 
Mine soul kits lost on water ' plain,' " 
Says Breitemann, says he. 

Und ash he walked de Meyerbeer 

He marcked, peside de way, 
A rock shoost like a wild boar's head, 

Yraie tete du sanglier. 
Der Breitmann heafe a shiant sigh, 

Und say mit 'motion grand : 
Yon crate id^e ish iiber all 

In dis der Schweinpig's land. 

He drafel troo de Yal d'AmbMve, 

He lounge de schweet Sept Heures, 
He shdare indo de window-shops, 

Und see de painted ware.* 
He looket at de fans und dings ^ 

Denn said,-" To tell de trut', 
Dere's painted vares more dear ash dis 

Oop shdairs in La Redoute." 

* Spa is famous for painted ornamental wooden ware, such 
as fans and boxes. 



BREITMANN IN SPA. 



TJnd sittin in de Champignon, 

Vitch rose 'neat Lofe's sehweet hand, 
He read in books of Marmontel, 

Of Jeannette et Lubin. 
Id's nice to see Simplicitas 

Rococoed oop mit viowers, 
Und dink soosh virtue shdill may life 

In dis base vorldt of ours. 

'Tvas here, oopon de Spadoumont 

Deir gottashe used to set ; 
'Tvas here thej' keeped von simple cow 

Likevise an lettuce-bett. 
Berhaps I hafe crown vorldl}'- since, 

Yet shdill may druly say, 
Dat in mine poyhood's tays I vas 

Apout so good ash dey. 

But he vot vant to see dis land, 

Und has nod time for all : 
Eash woodland nook und shady brook ; 

On Herr Marcette shouldt call. 
For he has baintet all to live 

Vhen de drees demselfs are gone ; 
Fnd shoost so goot as artist, auch, 

Ish he bon compagnon. 



BANS BREITMANN'S BALLADS. 

Farevell, schveet Spa — dou home of vlowers 

Of ruin and of rock, 
Vliere vild pirds sing und de band ish blay 

Eash tay at sefen o'clock. 
If all de shbrees dat Spa has seen 

Yere melted into von 
De soul vouldt reach Nirwana — lost 

In transcendental fun. 



BEEITMANN IN OSTENDE, 



Flupsa! jonker Jan, 

Die wel ruiter worden kan. 



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OON tidings to der Breitmann came 

Ash he sat at table end, 
Dere's right goot fisch at Blankenberghe, 

Und oysters in Ostend. 
Denn to Ostland ve will reiten gacn, 

To Ostland o'er de sand, 
Dou und I mit pridle drawn 

For dere ish de oyster land. 



BREITMANN IN OSTENDE. 229 

Und vhcn dey slitood bei Ostersce, 

Yliere de waters roar like sin, 
Dere coom five huudert fischer volli 

To dake der Breitmann in. 
" Gotts doonder ! Sliould ve doomple down 

Amoong de waters plue, 
I kess you'd vant more help from mo 

Dan I should vant from you 1 

" If you hat peen vhere I hafe peen 

Und see vot / hafe see, 
Yhere de surf rise oop nine tausend feet, 

In de land of Nieuw Jarsie ; 
Und schwimmeddat surf ash Jhafe schwimmed, 

Peside de Jersey strau' " 

From dat day fort' de Ostland men 

Shdeered glear of der Breitemann. 



I d inked he'd nefer cease, 
De Ostend oysters kostet more 

In Ostend als Paris. 
Hans asked an anciendt fisherman, 

To 'splain dis if he may, 
Und says he, " Mijn Heer — dey're beter hier 

Als ein hundert leagues afay. 



HAFS BREITMANN'S BALLADS. 

''TJnd as de oysters beter hier 

Of course dey kostetmore" 

Der Breitmann dook his bilcrim shdafT, 

Und toorned him to de toor. 
Says Hans, " De Ylaemsche fischermen 

Can sheat de vorkit I pet, 
Dey sheaten von anoder too. 

All's fisch to a Dutchman's net. 

" Der king peginned a palace hier, 

De palace hat to sbtop, 
He foundt de beoples sheaten so 

He gife de bildin oop. 
Aldough das Leben hier ish goot, 

Ad least Ostend-sibly" 

So shpoke der Breitemann und cut 

Dat city py de sea. 



BEEITMAITIT IN GENT. 



Wie kennt die stad waer allcs nog 
Van Vlaenderens grootheid spreekt? 

Waer outrouw, valschhiid en bedrog 
Van scliaemte nog verbleekt? 

— LEDE0ANC3, 



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F I hat gold, as I hafe time, 

I tells you how 'tvere shpent, 
On efery year I'd shtay a week 

In yianderen's hoofstad, Gent. 
For, oh 1 de sveet wild veelins, 

In dat stad do mofe me so, 
Vhen I'd dink of all de clorious men 

Vot life dere long aco. 

If efer man hat manly heart. 
He'd veel dat heart to beat, 

Vhen mit de oldten dime of Ghent 
He valks troo efery shdreet. 
(231) 



SS2 HANS BBEITMANN'S BALLADS. 

Und ach 1 de volk are yet so goot, 
It gave me soosh a pliss, 

Yen I hear a bier-hous spielman sing 
A melodie like dis : — 

" Het was op eenen Monday, 

All on a Monday free, 
Dat mijnheere Jacob Yan Artevelde 

Unto his men said he : 
He seide — 'Mijn lief gesellen. 

Ye all moost ride out land, 
And trive our wa};- to Bruges town, 

Or Brussel in Braband.' 

" Und as he oonto Brussel cam, 

De meisjes sprong from bed, 
Und found Mynheere Yan Artevelde 

Mit a cross-bolt troo his head." 
Und shoost pecause dis bier-hous son^ 

Recht troo my heartsen vent, 
I feel dat I could life und die 

All in de down of Gent. 



Breitmann in Holland. 



'S GBAVENHAGE.-THE HAQUE 



I>j dis bocra, mein freund der Ilerr Breitmann hafe liis fiews 
on art pefore-geset mit a deepness uud shorthood vich is bropa- 
bly ooDliked in Aesthetllc. Ve hafe liere, witliin de circumcom- 
prebensifeuess of dirty-two lines, a th6orie vitch— shortsomely 
exbressed— sends to der teufel efery dings ash vas efer gescribed 
pefore on liunst or art, nnd maket efery podics from Baumgart- 
ner doun to Fischer und Taine, look shoost like puddin-headet 
old gasbalgs. Boot to de boem. For de informadion of dem 
ash ish not gestudied art, I vould shtate dat Adriaan Brauwer 
(who ish as regards an uavoUkomene technik de first of all 
Holland malers), vas nefer paint nodings boot droonken plack- 
guards und liederlich dings, und Van Ostade und Jan Steen vas 
in most deir bilds a goot deal like him. 

—Fritz Schwackenhammer. 



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ANS reitot troo de Nederland, 
From Rotterdam below, 

To Gravenhaag und Leyden 
Uud Haarlem — all a row; 



23lt HANS BREITMANN'S BALLALS. 

lie shtooclit in de galleries 

A tausend works of art ; 
Loot ach — der Adriaan Brauwcr, 

Yent most teepest to his lieart. 

Und dus exglaim ber Breitmann 

In woonder-solemn shdrain, 
" De cratest men vere Brauwer, 

Yan Ostade, und Jan Steen 
Der RafFael vas vel enof ; 

Dat isli in his shmall vay ; 
Boot — Gott im Himmel I — vot vas he 

Coompared mit soosh as dey ? 

" Shoost see dat vight of troouken boors 

Yon teap de Oder's goat : 
Yhile de oder mit a pointet knife 

Ish goin for his troat. 
Und a miidchen mit a tree-leg shtuhl 

Ish clip him on de het, 
In dese higher human passion valks, 

Der Raffael's coldt und deadt. 

" De more ve digs into de eart' — 
Or less ve seeks a star, — 
De nearer ve to Natur coom, 
More panth^istich far ; 



BREITMANN IN LEYDEN. 



To him who reads dis myst'ry right, 

Mit insbiration gifen, 
Der Raffael's rollen in de dirt, 

Vhile Brauwer soarsito Heafen." 



BEEITMANN IN LEYDEN. 



'T 



IS shveet to valk in Holland towns 

Apout de twiliclit tide, 
Yhen all ish shdill on proad canals, 

Safe vhere a poat may elide. 
Shd range light on darken in vater falls, 

In long soft lines afar, 
Der abeuddroth on dunkelheit, 

Vitch shows — or hides — a star. 

De pridges risen all aroundt 

So quaindly, left und right, 
Pedween each pridge und shattow, lies, 

A lemon of yellow light, 
Und das volk a-goin ober. 

So darklin onwarts pass, 
Dey look like Chinese shattows — shown 

Apofe a lookin-glass. 



SS8 HANS BRElTMANN'a BALLADS. 

All shdiller grows, und slidiller, 

Sogar die efenin preeze, 
Ish onl}'- heardt far pber hct 

In dcse long lines of drees ; 
A real oldt Holland feelin 

Cooras gadderin ober all, 
You'd nefer dink a sturra hat pecn 

Oopon dis Grand Canawl. 

De nople houses ! — how dey'd mofe 

An old New Yorker's heart, 
Time vas— twix dese und dose at home 

You couldn't tell 'em part, 
Mit crate brass knockers on de toors, 

Und parlors town so low 
You see de crates a glowin prite 

O'er carbets ash you go. 

Dere's comfort-full of averj dings, 

You veel it ash 3'ou look. 
You knows de volks ish opulend, 

Und keep a bully cook ; 
Und oopon de high camine, 

Or here und dere on shelf, 
Dere's Japanesisch dings in rows, 

Pe mingled oop mit delf. 



BBEITMANN IN LEYDEN. 



Dere's noding in dis Holland life, 

Yitch seems of present day, 
De fery sbildren in de shdreeds 

Look quaintlich as dey blay, 
De liddle rosy housemaids. 

In bicdures veil I know, 
De dames und beers bave all an ai 

Of sixdy years ago. 

They may dalk of anciendt bishdory 

Und for romantisch seek, 
De ding dat mofes most teeply ish 

Old-vashioned — not antique. 
if you live in Lej^den town 

You'll meet, if troot' pe told, 
De forms of all de freunds who tied 

Yhen du werst six years old. 
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SCHEVENINGEIT. 

OR DE MAIDEN'S COORSE. 
Oldt Flamisch. 



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ET vas Mijn Heer van Torenborg, 

Eide oud oopon de sand, 
Urid vait to hear a paardeken ; 

Coom tromplin from de land. 
He vaited vlien de boeren volk 

Vent oud oopon de plain, 
He vaited dill de veary crows 

Flew nestwarts home acain. 

He vaited ash de wild fox vaits 

In long-some hoonger noth, 
He vaited dill de flitterin bats 

Vere plack on Abendroth. 
Id's woe to watch for tally bread 

Or bide forgotten call, 
Boot oh, to vait for heartsen lofe 

Ish veariest of dem all. 
(S3SJ 



SCHEVENINOEN 2S9 

" dat ish not mine laity's prooch 

Shoost now so star-like shiued, 
dat ish not mine laity's haar 

Soft floatin on de wind. 
Her goot crayhound mit soosh a step, 

Yas nefer vont to go, 
Und d?it is niet her paardeken 

Whose shtep so veil I know. 

" Dat light ish speer light from a lanz 

Vich '11 part mine pody und soul, 
De floatin haar is a pennon gay 

Or wafin banderol. 
De crayhound ish a ploot-hound wild 

Yitch long has dracked me here, 
Und het paardeken ish a var-horse 

Yot has hoonted me like deer." 

Well shpoke Mijn Hear van Torenborg 

All drue vas afery wordt, 
For dey bored him troo mit lanzen, 

Und dey hewed him mit de swordt. 
Dey killt him armloss, harmlos ; 

De plooty reiver band ; 
Und purled him so careloosly 

Dat his vace shtick out de sand. 



HANS breitm:ann'S ballads. 

Boot e'er night's plack hat toonied to red 

Or e'er de stars vere gone, 
Dere came de shtep of a paardeken 

Soft trompUn, tromplin on. 
A laity fair climbed off on him 

Und trip mit dainty toes: — 
Boot oh, mijn Gott ! — how she vas shkreem 

Yen she trot on her drue lofe's nose 1 

" Oh vot ish dis I trots opon ? 

Ids shape fool well I know, 
Der nefer yet vas flower like dis 

Dat in de garten crow. 
Dere nefer yet vas fruit like dis 

Ash ripen on a dree ; 
Het is Mijn Heer van Torenborg 

Dat kan ik blainly see. 

" Dat heerlijk nose, van Torenborg, 

Ish known of anciend dime, 
'Tis writ in olten chronikel 

Und sung in minsdrel rhyme. 
Und dis, de noblest of de race 

Since hisdory pegans, 
Ish shtickin here — shdraighdt out de dirt, 

Shoost like some boer manns. 



SGHEVENINGEW. S4I 



" Oh cuss cle man clat morclered him I 

Ach, cuss him oop and down, 
Ja-cuss him troo de forest roads, 

Und tamn him in de touu I 
Und burn his vater und moder, 

Vhere'er deir vootshteps vail, 
Mit his schwesters und his brod'ers, 

De teufel rake dem all 1 

"May aferj cuss dat e'er vas cusst, 

Since cussin foorst pegan ; 
Pe hoorled in von drementous cuss, 

Acainsdt dat nasdy man I 
From de foorst crate cuss on Adam, 

To de smalles' of de crop " 

Here de tead man gafe a shifer, 

Und gry oud-" Eor Gott's &^\ie~-shdop! 

"Dere's a cerdain lot of shwearin, 
Vitch anger alvays crafes ; 
Boot spite like dat's enof to pring 
Be tead men from deir craves.'' 
I can't lie here no longer, 

Und hear soosh pizen pain • 
Und since you've shtirred me out, I kess 
I'll coom to life acain," 
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EAKS BREITMANN'S BALLADS. 

Mit von drementous shkreem of pliss, 
His drue lofe sbtood de shock 

Den catcht him wildly py de nose, 
" Ach Torenborg — ^lev'st du nock ! 

Ach ja — du aint'st nod tead 3^et I 
Dere's life shdill leP peliind, 

Gott pless de chance dat lef dy nose, 
Shdill wafin in de wind." 

Mit hands all ofer diamonds, 

She loosed de sand apout, 
Mit an o)''ster-shell so wildly 

She digged her lofer out. 
" Und now dou'rt in free air, lofe ! 

"Who warst shoost now in sand 1 
Dere vas'nt ish a nicer man, 

In all de Nederland I" 

Vhere vas dit liedeken written. 

There vas dit liedeken sing, 
Dat had gedone Hans Breitmann, 

In de town of Sclievening ! 
'Tvas written ober Rheinwein, 

'Tvas written ober bier — 
Und wer das lied gesungen hat, 

Gott geb ihm ein glucklich's jahr.* 

* And to him who suns: this song, 
God give a happy year. 



BEEITMAHN IN AMSTERDAM. 



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O Amsterd — m came Breitmann 

All in de Kermes tide ; 
Yonge Maegden allegader 

Filled de straat on afery side. 
De raeisjes in de straaten 

Yere tantzin alle nacht long ; 
Dere vas kissen, dere vas trinken, 

Mit a roar of Holland song. 

Who went into de straaten 

Yen de sonn had gone his day, 
De Dootch gals quickly grapped him, 

Und tantzed him wild avay. 
Dere was der Prinz von Capua, 

Who fell among dese wags ; 
Dey tantzed him off in a carmagnole, 

Und sent him home in rags. 

Und den at afery gorner. 

So peaudifool to see, 
De volk was bilin dough-nuts. 

Or else was i'rym tea. 

(243^ 



BANS BBEITMANN'S BALLADS. 

TJnd Kermes cakes mit boetry, 
Yitch land-yolk dinks a dreat, 

Mit all of Barnum's l)la3'ed out shows 
In dents along de shdreet. 

Id pring de tears to Breitmann's e3'es, 
To find in many a shtand 

Vot oft he'd baid a qnarder for 
To see in a distand land. 

De Aztec dwins und de Siamese 

(Dough soom vere a wachsen sham) ; 

Mit de Beardet Frau und de Bear Woman- 
All here in Amsterdam. 

De fashion here in Nederland 

Ish not vot you'd soopose, 
Mit oos, men baj^s de vomens, 

Boot de Dootch gals hires deir beaux I 
Dey hire dem for de season, 

Und pecause moosh rain ish fell, 
Dey alvaj'^s bays a higher brice, 

For a man mit an umberell. 

Und dere was Nord Hollander maids, 

So woonderfool to see, 
Mit caps of gold und goldne pins, 

Und quaint orfeverie. 



BBEITMAFN IN AMSTERDAM. S45 

Likewise de Zeeland boersraen, 

Mit silber bootons gay ; 
Und silber belts, nnd silber knives, 

Mijn Gott I — how sdrange vere doj ! 

But dough de men wore silber gear, 

Und de vrouws in gold were tall, 
De gals vere gabblin all de dimes, 

Und de men said noding at all. 
Dey say dat sbeech is silbern. 

Boot silence golden pe, 
Dat aint de vay dey vork id here," 

Said Breitemann, said he. 

Goot Gott ! how Breitmann vent it, 

In moonlighdt or in rain ; 
Den vakened to Schied — m it, 

Ven de mornin peamed again. 
For to solfe von awfool broplem, 

He vas efer shdill incline ; 
If — den wijn is beter als de min,* 

Or — de min doet veel meer als de wijn. 

* If wine is better than lovinar, 
Or if love doth much more than wine. 



HANS BREITMANN'S BALLADS. 

Dwo weeks der Breitmann studiet, 

Vile he vent it on de howl, 
He shpree so moosh to find de troot, 

Dat he lookt like a bi-led owl. 
Den he say, " Ik wil honor Bacchus, 

So long as ik leven shall ; 
Boot not so moosh vercieren 

As to blace him ofer all. 



De rose of lofe is lofely 

In zomer ven it plow ; 
De bush shdill gifes a bvomise, 

In winter mid de shnow ; 
Ja, als de bloeme is geplnkt, 

En van den steel genomen,* 
Ve know de peautiful vill life, 

Till zomer is gekomen. 

Boot oh dose vas arch-heafenly dimes, 

Yen by mine lofe I sat ; 
Und see de maedchen pring de grapes, 

Und crash dem in a vat. 



* Yes, when the flower is plnckort, 
And taken from the stem. 



BREITJIAWIi m AMSTERDAM. 

Und ven her glances unto mine 

In plessfool ropture toorn ; 
I dink dere ne'er vas no dwo crapes 

Lilve dem plue. eyes of hern. 

Wat is soeter als de trinken,* 

Ja — niet kan beter zyn. 
Niet is soeter as de minne, 

It smaclit nog beter als wijn. 
Es giebt nichts wie die Miidchen, 

Es gibt nichts wie das Bier, 
Wer liebt nicht alle beide, 

Wird gar kein Cavalier. > 

vot ve vant to quickest come, 

Ish dat vot's soonest gone. 
Dis life ish boot a passin from 

De efer-gomin-on. 
De gloser dat ve looks ad id, 

De shmaller it ish grow ; 
Who goats und spurs mit lofe und wein, 

He makes it fastest go. 

* What is Bweeter than this drinking? 

Yes — naught can better be. 
Naught is sweeter, though, than loving; 

It tastes better tlian wine to me. 
There's nothing lilve the maidens, 

There's nothing like good beer, 
And he who does not love them both 

Can be no cavalier. 



Breitmann in Germany. 



EEEITMAUN AM EHEIIT.-SOLOGNE, 



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OW wunderschon das Vaterland 

In audumn-life abbears ; 
Vot rainpows gild ids vallies crand, 

Yen seen troo vallin tears. 
Und VON I'll creet mit sang und klang, 

Und drown in goldnen wein ; 
Old Deutschland's cot her sohn again : 

Hans Breitmanu's on der Rhein. 

Und doughts ish schwell dat mighdy heart, 

Too awfool for make known ; 
Ven dey shunt him from de railroat car 

Und tropped him in Cologne. 
De holy towers of de dome 

Gleam, twilicht-veiled, afar ; 
Und like some lonely bilgrim's pipe, 

Dim shines de efenin star. 



BREITMANN AM BHEIN— COLOGNE. 249 

Hans look to find his baggage check, 

Und see dat all ish shdraighdts, 
Denn toorn him to de citj^ toors, 

"Mein nadife land — wie gehts?" 
Boot daVs vot all who read may run — . 

Fool blainly armies write ; 
Id's ofer all half Shermanj^, 

Set down in Black and White. 

Oh, Black and White 1 Weiss and Schwarz ! 

Vot dings ish dis to see ? 
I vonder vot in future years 

Your mission ish to pe ? 
Also in crate America 

We had soosh colors too 1 
Die Fiirb' sind mir nicht unbekannt * — 

Id's shoost tout comme chez nous. 

Next tay to de Cathedral 

He vent de dings to view, 
Und found it shoost drei thaler cost 
To see de sighds all troo. 
'' Id's tear," said Hans ; " boot go ahet, 
I'fe cot de cash all right ; 
Boot id's queer dat's only Protestands 
Yot mosdly see de sighdt ! 

*The colours are not unknown to me. 



S.:o HAXS BREITMANN'S BALLADS. 

" Im IMittelalter I hafe read 

De shoorsli vas alvays sure — 
An open bicdure gallerie, 

Uud book for all de poor. 
Boot now de dings is so arrange 

No poor volk can get in ; 
We Yankees und de Engliscli are 

Pout all ash shbends de tin. 

" I shmiles like Mepbistopheles 

In shoorshes ven I see 
Poor Catholics vollerin round apout 

To shdeal a sighdt — troo me I 
Dey peep und creep roundt chapel gates, 

Boot soon kits trofe afay, 
Dey gross demselfs, und make a braj^cr — 

Boot den dey cannot bay 1 

" Dese Deutsche sacrisdans might learn 

More goot in Italy, 
Where beoples bays shoost half de brice, 

For ten dimes more to see, 
De volk vot dink I shbeak sefere 

Apout dese Kiister yays, 
May read vot Mr. Badeker 

In his Belgine Hand Buch says." 



BBEITMANN AM EHEIN— COLOGNE. 251 

Und valkiii oop und town de down 

Yon ding vas shdill de same : 
Shoost ash of oldt he saw de shpread 

Of Jean Farhia's name. 
He find it nort', he find it sout', 

He find it eferyvhere ; 
Dere vas no house in all Cologne 

Boot J. M. F. vas dere.* 

De best Cologne in all Cologne 

I'll shweai' for cerdain sure, 
Ish maket in de Jiilichsplatz 

TJnd dat at Numero Four. 
Boot of dis Cologne in Jiilichsplatz 

Let dis pe undershtood, 
Dat some of id ish foorst-rate pad, 

Vhile some ish foorst-rate good. 

Boot von ding drafellers moost opserve, 

Dis treadful trut I dells, 
Fast ash dis Farinaceous crowd 

So vast hafe grown the schmells — 

■ "lis etaient dens alors ; ils sont mille aujonrd hui. 
Sur ces temps primitifs le doux progr6s a lui, 
Et chacque jour le Rhin vers Cologne charrie 
De Dombreux Farinas, tous ' seul,' tous ' Jean Marie.' " 

Le Maout, " Le Parfameur," cited by Eugene Rimmel in 
Le Livre des Parfums, Paris, 1870. 



HANS BREITMANN'8 BALLADS. 

Dose awfool schmells in gass' tind strass' 
Yitch mofe crate Coleridge squalm : 

If so he wrote, vot vouldt he write 
Apout dem now, py tam ? 

Of all de schmells I efer schmelt, 

Py gutter, sink, or well, 
At efery gorner of Cologne 

Dere's von can peat dat schmell. 
Vhen dere you go you'll find it so. 

Don't dake de ding on troost ; 
De meanest skunk in Yankee land 

Yould die dere of disgoost. 

Boot noding dinked der Breitmann 

Of schmutz or idle schein, 
Yhen he sat in Abendamraerung 

Und looket owd on der Rhein 
Im goldnen gleam — vhile pealin far 

Rang shlow, shveet kloster bells, 
Und in de dim, plue peaudiful, 

Rose distant Drachenfels. 

Dey trinket lieb Liebfrauenmilch, 

So pure ash voman's trut' ; 
De singed de songs of Shermany, 

De songs of Breitmann's yout'. 



BREITMANN AM RIIEIN-IM KAHJST. 

De songs mit tears of vanished years, 

Made peaudiful in wein. 
Dus endet out de firster tay 

Of Breitmann on der Rhein. 



AM EHEIN.-Uo. II. 



IM KAHN. 

Were diu werlt alle min, 

Von deme mere unze an den Ein, 

Des wolt ih mih darben, 

Daz diu dame von Engellant 

Lege an minen armen. 

— Carmina Bur ana. 



A 



M RheinI Acain am Kheinel 

In boat oopon der Rhein 1 
De castle-bergs soft goldnen 

Im AbenJsonnenschein, 
Mit lots of Rudesheimei*, 

Und saitenklang und sang, 
Und lalies singiu lieder. 

Ash ve go sailin 'long. 
4 



HANS BRIETMANN'S BALLADS. 

Unci von fair Englisch dame 

Vas dere, so wunderscheen ; 
Vene'er der Breitmann saw her, 

Id made his hcartsen pain. 
Oh, dose long-tailed veilchen Aiigen, 

Yitch voke socsh hopes und fears, 
Deir shape vas nod like almonds. 

Boot more like fallin tears. 

Und shpecdagles were o'er dem, 

De glass of pince-nez kind, 
In mercy to de beoples, 

Less dey pe shdrucken blind. 
Und gazin in dem glasses, 

Reflected he pehold 
De Rhine, mit all de shdeam-poats, 

Und crags in Sonnengold. 

De signs upon de bier-haus 1 

De gals a-washin close ; 
De wein-garts on de moundain, 

Like heafenly shdairs in rows ; 
De banks, basaltic-paven, 

Like bee-hife cells to view ; 
A donkey shtandin on dem, 

Likevise her lofer too. 



BREITMANN AM RHEIN-IM KAEN. 255 

All dis oopon dos glasses, 

Yas blainly to pe seeu ; 
One saw whate'er vas nodiced, 

Py de schoue EDgiiindrinn. 
Boot oh ! de fery lofe-most 

Of all dat lofe-most pe 
Iler own plue veilchen Augen — 

Herself she couldt not see. 

So ist es in dis Leben ; 

For beaudy oft we spied, 
Nor know de cratest peaudy 

Ish in our soul inside. 
Mein Gott I Vot himmlisch shplcndor 

Vas seen mitout an toubt. 
If some crate bower supernal 

Vas toorn life iusite out I 

TJnd gazin long on Natur, 

Und gazin long on Man, 
Shdill all dings giite voriiber. 

Ash since de vorldt pegan : 
Ash in laitj^'s glasses, 

Ve see dem bassin py ; 
Yet veel a soul beneat' dem, 

A schweet eternal eye. 



256 HANS BEEITMANN'8 BALLADS. 

schone Englisch maiden 

Mit hone}'- colored hair, 
Dat flows ash if a bienen korb 

Had got oopsettet dere — 
Und all de schweetness of your soul 

Yas dripplin from your brain I 
Oh shall I efer meet mit dir 

Oopon dis eart' acain ? 

Englisch engel maiden ! 

schveet betaubend dofe I 
O Rheinwein und cigarren ! 

luncheon, mixed mit lofe ; 
O Draclienfels und Nonnenwerth 1 

Liebeslust und pein I 
Dus ents de second chapterlet. 

Of Breitmann on der Rhein. 



AM RHEIN.-No. Ill 



H 



NONNENWERTH. 
(Alt Deutsch.) 

E shtoocl peside de Kloster-place, 
Oopon de Rheinisch shore, 

Und dere he saw a lofely face, 
He'd seen in treams pefore. 



" Feinslieb, und will'st dou go mit me ? 
Feinslieb, make no delay ; 
For rocks ish shdeep und vales ish teep, 
Und dings ish in de way." 

" Und oh ! how can I go mit dir, 
Or flyen out of land ? 
Der bischof holts me py de law, 
Der Rheingraf by der hand. 

" Liebsherz, if dou could'st landwarts gehn, 
I'd follow willingly ; 
Boot we are leafs, und sbdrong's de shdem 
Vitch pinds oos to de dree." 
17 {257) 



S5S EANS BREITMANN'S BALLADS. 

"Der briest who helt dee py de law 
Ish now a broken man ; 
Der Rheingraf who vouldt marry dee 
Ish in der Kaisar's ban. 

"TJnd if de Kloster-beoples here 
Till shdop 3'our goin to town, 
Bei Gott 1 I'll burn von half of dem, 
De Oder half I'll trown I 

"Denn linger not to back dy drunk, 

Boot led our lofe hafe vings ; 

Dere's milliners in fair Cologne, 

Till make you avery dings." 

She toorn her eyes im mondenschehi, 
She schmile so heafenly : 
" Dear lofe, so shendle und so goot I 
I'll cut away mit dee. 

" Und do not kill de Kloster-volk, 
'Tvouldt only bring tiscrace : 
Dough if I had de abbess here, 
Lort 1 how I'd slap her vace I " 

De moonlighdt blayed oopon de drees, 
It shined oopon de blain, 

Two forms rode in de mitnight woods, 
Und nefer coomed again. 



Breiimann in Munich. 



GAMBRINUS. 
"Vot ish Art? Id ish somedinfjs to drink, objectively fore-jre- 
brouofht inde Beaudiful. Doubtestdou?-denn read, ash Zhafe 
read, de Dyonisiacs of Nonnus, uiid learn dat de oop-boorstin 
of infinite worlds into edernal Light tind mad goldnen Lofeli- 
n ess— yea ofdein own soul— is typifide only py de Cup. Vot i— 
shdill skebdigal? Tell me denn, O dou of liddle fait, vere on 
eart ish de kunst obtain ids highest form if notina Bierstadt?* 
Ha ! ha ! I poke you dere ! 

Caupo Recauponatus, MS. by Fritz Schwackenhammer, 
olim canditatus theologice at Tiibingen, shoost now 
lagerbierwirth in St. Louis. (Dec. 1869.) 
Cerevisia bibunt homines 
Animalia ceterae fontes. 



I. 

IN" a field of goldnen parley 
Goot King Gambrinus shlept, 
Und treamin' pout de dnrstj volk, 
Dey say he gried und vept. 

^Bien^tadt—B.&vT Schwackenhammer had evidently here in 
view, not only the American artist Bierstadt, but also the 
great city of Munich, specially famous for its manufacture of 
beer. 

(259) 



2(j0 HANS BBEITMANN'S BALLADS. 

" In all mine land of Nederland, 
Dere crows no mead or wein, 
Und wasser I couldt nefer get 
Indo dis troat of mein. 

" Now hear me on, ye headen gotts 1 

Und all de Christian too ; 
Der Bacchus und der Shoopider, 

Und Marie tressed in plue 1 
Und mighdy Thor, der donner gott, 

Und any else dat be 1 
Der von as helps me in dis Noth, 

His serfant I will pe." 

Und ash dis sinfull headen 

All in de parley lay, 
Dere coom in tream an angel 

Who soft dese worts tid say: 
" Stay oop, dou boor Gambrinus 1 

For efen all aroundt 
Im parley vhere dou shleepest, 

Some dings goot to trink ish found. 

" Im parley vhere dou shleepest 
Dere hides a trink so clear, 
Dat men will know zukunftig — 
Ash porter — ale — or bier." 



BBEITMANN IN MUNICH. 261 

Und denn in Nederlandisch 

He put de konig troo, 
Und gafe him — allwhile treaming — 

De recipd to prew. 

Oop rose der goot Gambrinus, 

Und shook him in de sun : 
" Go vay, ye sinfool headen gotts ! 

Mit you its out und done ! 
Ye'fe left me mit mine beoples 

In error und in durst, 
Till in our treadful tryness, 

Ve tout know vitch is wurst." 

Dat vas der goot Gambrinus 

Oonto his palac't vent, 
Und loafers troo de Nederland 

To all his lordts he sent. 
" Leave Odin — or you lose your hets ! " 

De order vas sefere. 
Yet tinged mit mildness, for he sent 

De recip^ for bier. 

den a merry sound vas heardt 

Of bildin troo de land, 
Und de kirchen und de braweries 

Yent oop on efery hand ; 



2G2 HANS BREITMANN'8 BALLADS. 

For de masons cley vere hart at vork, 

Unci trinkin hart at dat, 
Und some hat bricks mitm de hods, 

Und some mitin deir hat. 

Dey prew it In de Nederland, 

Day prew it on de Rhine ; 
Boot in de oldt Bavarian land, 

Dey make it shdrong und fein. 
Und he dat trinks in Munich, 

Ash all goot vellers know, 
Has got somedings to dink apout, 

Vherefer he may go. 

II. 

Hafe you heardt of Kong Gambrinus? 

If you hafen't id vas gueer, 
For he vas de first erfinder 

Und de holy saint of bier. 
Und his bortrait, mit a sceptre, 

Fery peaudifool to see, 
Uangs on afery lager-bier house, 

In de land of Germanic. 

Efery vhere de whole world ofer, 
Deutschers paint him on de sign, 

As a broof dat dey are dealin 
In de Bok und Lager line. 



BREITMANN IN MTINICR. 263 

Crown uiid bier-mug, robe unci ermine ; 

German signs of empire, dese, 
Mit a long white beard a fallin' 

Fery nearly to his knees. 

Vonce dis bier-saint, pright und earl}'-, 

Kose from bett und vent his vay, 
To a dark mysderious gastle, 

Yhere his lager-donjon lay. 
Vhile de lark's first song vas ringiu', 

Und die roses shone in dew, 
Den his soul vas shoost in order 

To enshoy de early brew. 

Deeply, awfooly he schwilled it. 

Till de vaults seem toornin round; 
Und vhile tipsy — over tips he — 

In he falls — und dere is trowned. 
Yet vhile goorglin in de bier-fass, 

Biously he gafe his soul : 
" Gott verdammich ! Donnerwetter ! 

Himmels sacrament-a-mol ! " 

Dere dey found der kong '' departed," 

Not mitout his stir-up cup : 
Moosh dey woonderd dat he berishet 

Vhen he might hafe troonk it oop* 



S64 HAN'S BREITMANN'8 BALLADS. 

Or dat his long peard vitch floatet 
Fool a yard on efery side, 

Hadn't buoyed him from destrugdion :- 
Dus der beer-dead monarch died. 



BEEITMANN IN FHANKFOHT-ON-THE-MAIN. 



Sankt Martin war ein frommer Mann 
Trank gerne Cerevisiam, 
Und hatt er kein Pecuniam 
So liess er seinen Tunicam. 



(Comment by Herb Schwackenhammer.) 

VONCE oopon a dimes in Frankfort der Herr 
Breitemann exsberiencet an interfal pedween 
de periot ven he hat gespent de last remid- 
dance he hat become from home, und de arrifal of 
de succedin wechsel, or bill of exghange — und, in 
blain derms, was hard up. Derefore he vent to dat 
goot relation who may pe foundt at den or fifdeen 
per cent, all de worlt ofer, — "mine Onkel," — und 
poot his tress-goat oop de shpout for den florins. 
No sooner vas dis done, dan dere coomed an infita- 
tion from de English laity in whom he vas so moosh 
mit lofe in betaken, to geh mit her to a ball-barty.' 



FBANKFORT- ON-THE-MAim 



Awful bad vas he veel, und sot apout tree hours 
mitout sayin nodings, und denn wafin his hand, 
boorst out mit de vollowin version of dat peaudiful 
lied by Wilhelm Caspary: — 

" Mein Frack ist im Pfand-haus." 

Mine tress-goat is shpouted, mine tress-goat aint hier, 
Yhile you in your ball-ropes go splurgiu, mein tear 1 
To barties mit you I'm infitet you know, 
Boot my pest coat ish shpouted — mine poots are no 

go. 
To hell mit mine Onkel — dat rasgally knafe 1 
Dis pledgin und pawnin has mate me his slafe 1 
Yen I dink of his sign-bost, den dree dimes I bawl, 
Yhile mine plack pants hang lonely und dark on de 

wall, 

Goot night to dee fine lofe — so lofely und rich, 
Mein tress-goat ish shpouted — gon-fount efery stitch 1 
I dinks dat olt Satan troo all mine affairs, 
Lofe, business, und fun, has peen sewin his tares, 
My tress-goat ish shpouted — mine tress-goat aint 

here, 
Wljile you in your glorie go shinin, mein tear, 
Und de luck of der teufel ish loose ofer all, 
Yhile my black pants hang lonely und dark on de 

wall. 



SG6 IIAIfS BBEITMANN'S BALLADS. 

Dis four-goin song vas over-set by der Hans 
Breitmann from de German of Wilhelm Caspary, 
whose lyric vas a barody on a dranslation made 
indo Deutsch by Freiligrath from auoder boem py 
Sir Waldherr Scott, vich Sir Waldlierr vas kit de 
idee of from an oldt Scottish ballad vitch pegiu mit 
de vorts — ■ 

" My hearts in de Hielands, mein hearts ish nae hier, 
Mein hearts in de Hielands, in wilden revier; 
It hoonts for de shtag, und id hunts for de reh, 
Mein hearts ist im Hochland wo immer ich geh." 

Dis is de orginal Scotch, so goot as I can mine- 
self rememper it. Yen I vas dell der Herr Karl 
Blind pout dis intercommixture of preplexified dran- 
sitions from Scotch to English, and dence into Ger- 
man, and dereafter into a barody, vitch vas be done 
ofer again indo Herr Breitmann's own slanguage, 
he salt it vas a Rattenkonig — a phrase too familiar 
to mine readers to require any wider complication.* 

*Rattenk6nig, or Rat-king, is a term applied in German to a 
droll mixture of incidents or details. It is derived from an 
extraordinary story of twelve rats, with one (their king) in the 
centre, which were found in a nest with their tails grown 
together, firmly as the ligament which connects the Siamese 
Twins. 



Breitmann in Italy, 



BEEITMANN IN HOME. 







ERE'S lighds oopon de Appian, 

Dey shine de road entlaug; 
Und from ein hundert tombs dere brumms 

A wild Lateinisch song ; 
It rings from Nero's goldnen bans ; 

Evoe 1 — here he coom ! 
Fly oud, ye mcenads, from your craves ! — 

Hans Breitmann's got to Rome 1 

For vhile de lamp holts oud to purn, 

Or von goot shpark ish dere, 
Dere's hopes for all of dem whose lives 

Ish doun in Lempriere. 
Von real, shenuine heathen 

Is coom at last to home ; 
Ye shleepin gotts, lift oop your hets — 

Hans Breitmann lifes in Rome ! 



S68 HANS BBEITMANN'8 BALLADS. 

Silenus mit der Hercules, 

Dere-to der Maia's sohii, 
Isli all unite in Breitmann 

To make a stunuin one. 
Frau Yenus mit de Bacchanals 

1st shmile to see him come ; 
De Vesta only toorn her pack 

Yhen Breitmann kit to Rome. 

He vented to de Vacuum, 

Vhere de Bope ish keep his bulls ; 
Boot couldn't vind dem, dough he heardt 

Dat all de blace vas fools. 
Dere ish here and dere some ochsen, 

Right mauivest I see ; 
Boot de bools all comes from Irish priests, 

Said Breitmann, said he. 

Und goin' py de Vacuum, 

Und passin' troo de yard ; 
Meiu Gott 1 how vas he stoomple, vhen 

He see he Schweitzer guard, 
Mit efery kinds of colors tresst, 

Like shtreamers in de van. 
" Hans Wurst ist stets ein Deutscher g'west," 

Das marked der Breitmann. 



BREITMANN IN BOME. 



Und dus replied an guartsmann — 

" I shoys to see you here : 
Icli bin dem Bapst sei Laibgaertncr. 

Dazu a halberthier. 
Dis purpur kleid of yellow-plue 

Vas made, ash I hafe heard, 
Py von Hans Michel Angelo, 

Der tailor of our guard. 

" Ye're shoost von hoondert dirty strong, 

Ve list for twenty year: 
De serfice ist not pad, boot dis — 

Yeidamm das Roinisch bier 1 
For ven mit hirra gazzosa 

A maiden fills my glass, 
She might ash veil gife gift ash say — 

' Teinsleib, ich schenk dir dass 1 ' " 

Und dus rebly der Breitmann : — 

" Un Tedesco Italianazato, 
Ein Deutscher toorned Italian, ish 

II diavolo in carnato. 
Your clothes are like infernal flames, 

Dey burn my fery soul ; 
Boot to-night we'll trink togedder — nun 

Lieb' landsmann lebe wohl 1" 
5 



210 HANS BREITMANN'S BALLADS. 

At de Sherman artisds' festa, 

Vhere all vas pright und fair, 
'Tvas fairer und more prighterfuU 

Yhen Breitmann enter dere. 
Und der vaiters in de Greco 

(So long he trinked und sot) 
Yas called him L'Ubbriacone — 

'Tvas de name der Breitmann got. 

He saw a veller in de shtreet, 

Vot sell some friction-matches ; 
De kind dey call Infallible, 

For dey blazes ven you scratches. 
Dey dragged him off to brison, 

Und tied him mit a rope ; 
For in Rome dere's nix Infallible, 

Dey said, excebt de Bope. 

Hans see de crate Prometheus, 

In Corsini's gallery hang ; 
He tought apout de matches, 

Und it made his heart go bang. 
It's risk to carry light apout. 

Too cheap for efery man ; 
How de Lucifers is fallen !* 

Ita dixit Breitemann. 

* "Lucifers." The first name applied in America to friction 
matches and one still used by many people. 



BEEITMANN IN ROME. 271 

He got among de Bope's Zouaves, 

Dey trinked from morn to night; 
Den frolicked colle telle 

Ontil de sbky crew pright. 
It blease der Breitmann vonderfool, 

And dus he often say ; 
" Zouaviter in niodo ish 

Der real Roman way." 

Boot oh, his heart burned vild mit fire. 

His eyes gefilled mit tears, 
At de gotts in efery bilder saal, 

Mit goats' legs, tails, und ears. 
Und he sopped — " Ach liebes Deutschland, 

Bist here on every hand ? 
Was machst du Mephistopheles 

So weit im Walschen Land ?" 

Boot de wood-nymphs boorst out laughin, 

Der Garten-gott dere to, 
Und sait — " Oldt Hans I vile you're apout 

Ye nefer can look blue." 

Den Pan blay on his Syrinx, 

To de tune of Mary Blane, 

" Don't gry pecause ve're out of town, 

Ye're coming pack again. 



HAJSrS BREITMANN'a BALL AD 3. 

" Von day you got de yolk uud vliite, 

De next day only shells ; 
Von day day holts a council, 

Und de next day — 'someding else !' 
Id's hopes uud kings, und gotts and dings, 

Oopon dis eartly ball ; 
Boot for me id's all von frolic, 

Und a high oldt carnival ! 

" Rise oop, dou Odin trafeler, 

Und toorn dee to de Nort, 
Wherefrom, as Bible dells dee, 

Crate efil shall come fort. 
Dere is mutterins in Ravenna, 

Und ere long dere'll come a turn, 
A real hell-bender from de land 

Of Dieterich von Bern. 

" Und ven der Breitmaun's prototype, 
Der Fictoor Mauuel, 
Cooms tromplin, tromplin troo de fern, 

To give dis coontry hell. 
Und ven in La Comarca, 
Der is shtorm in all de air, 
" Dy Gotts vill gife dee vork, mein Sohn, 
Hans Breitmaun shall be dere I" 



BBEITMANN IN ROME. 273 

For a yar will nod be ofer 

Pefore de Frantsch will run, 
Und de game at last be ented. 

Und Italy pe won. 
Und denn in roarin battle, 

For hishtory so grand, 
Dy banner'll lead de TJhlan spears, 

All in de Frankenland. 
IS 



LA SCALA SANTA, 



*'Robusti sono i fatti." 

Discorso del Terremoto, del S. Alessandro 
Sardo. Venetia, a.d. 15S0. 



I 



N" San Gianni Lateran, 

Dey've cot a flight of shdairs, 
More woonclerful ash nefer vas, 

As Latin pooks declares. 
For you kits your sins forgifen, 

If you glimes dem knee py knee ; 
It's such a gitten up a stairs, 

I nefer yet did see. 

Now as Breitmann vas a vaitin 

Among some demi reps, 
Ascensionem expectans, 

To see dem glime de steps, 
Dere came a sinful scoffer, 

Who his mind had firmly set 
To go dem holy sdairs afoot, 

Und do it on a bet 1 



LA 8CALA SANTA. 275 



Boot shoost as he vas startet, 

To make dis sassy go, 
Der Breitmann caught him py cle neck, 

IJnd triiDped him off his toe I * 

Und den dere come de skience, 

A la jprenez gardez vous ; 
For he bung his eye and bust his shell, 

IJnd shplit his noshe in dwo. 

' De briest vere so astonish, 

To see him lam de man, 
Dat dey shvore a holy miracle 

Yas vork by Breitemann. 
Says Breitmann, " I'm a heretic. 

But dis you may pe bound. 
No chap shall mock relishious dings 

Yhile I'm a bummin round. 

" Und you owes me really noding. 

For as I'll plainly show: 
At last I've found out someding 

Yot I alfays A^ant to know. 
TJnd now dat I have found it, 

In de newspapers I'll brag : 
Evviva! So trovato, 

Yot means a Scala-Wag." * 

* Scalawag— An American word, of very doubtful origin, 
signifying a low, worthless fellow. 



BEEITMAITN INTERVIEWS THE POPE. 



" Altri beva il Falerno, altri la Tolfa. 

Toscana re, dite 
Pria ch'io parli elite." 

Bacco in Toscano, di Francesco Redl. 
" Si regressum feci metro 
Retro ante, ante retro — 
Quid si graves sunt acnti ? 
Si accentus fiant muti? 
Quid si placide, plene, plane 
Fregi frontem Prisciani ? — 
Sat est Verbum declinavi 
Titubo-titubas-titubavi." 

Barndbce Ilinerarium. London, 1716. 



V 



ON efenin ash der Breitmann vent from his 

weinhaus vinkin, 
So peepy mit Faleniian vitch he vas starkly 

triukin, 
He found his hut and goat was gone, — deyM 

dook em oud for dryin, — 
ITnd in deir blace a priester hut und priester 

mantel lyin. 

(276) 



BREITMANN INTERVIEWS THE POPE. 277 

Der Breitmann poot de triangel oopon his bet, 

and whistled, 
Deu rop de cloak around his form, and down de 

Corso mizzled. 
De beoples gazed mit staunischment as bey dem 

he go vheelin, 
lie look ganz oltra tramontane, so twisty vas 

his reelin. 

Next tay in Vaficano, while he shtared at 
frescoes o'er him 

Hans toorned iind mit amazemend saw der Pabst 
vas shoost pefore him ! 

Down on his knees der Breitmann vent — for so 
de law is teaches ; 

He proke two holes in de bavement — und like- 
vise shblit his preeches. 

*' Ego video," says de Bope — " tu es antistes ex 

Almania, 
Est una mala gente et corrupta con iusania, 
Tin fons hereticorum et malorum tut terribile, 
Perche non vultis che ego — il Papa — sei infalli- 

bile." 



S7S HANS BREITMANN'S BALLADS. 

" Sit verbo venia," said Hans, " permitte, Sancte 

Pater. 
Num verum est ut noster rum gemixta est mit 

water ? 
In coelis wo die gotter live, non semper est 

sereno, 
Nor de wein ash goot ash dccct in each spaccio 

di vino. 

" Sunt mihi multi fratres qui si denkunt ut dicisti, 
Ego kiclferem illos, valide, per sanguine de 

Christi 1 
In nostro monasterio si habemus nostrum ren- 

tum 
Contra infallibilita non curamus rubrum cen- 
tum.* 

" Tigintia nostrorum nuper convenere, 
In quodam capitulo, simul et dixere ; 
Papa vult Concilium in Romam tenere, 
Quid debemus super hoc ipsi respondei-e ?"f 

* " If we can in our monastery collect our rents, we do not 
care a red cent for infallibility." 

t Thi3 verse is parodied from the lines of a ribald old Latin 
song, " Viginti Jesuiti nuper convenere." 



BBEITMANN INTERVIEWS THE POPE. 279 

Et dixit noster presul, " Es ist mir omnis unus, 
Si Papa est infalliblis, tanquam non sum jejunus, 
Si Nonus est Pius aut Pius est Nonus — 
Diabolus curat. Non accipio dieser onus. 

" Si possum me jacere circum vitrum Rhenovini* 
Es ist mir wurst si Papa est originis divini : 
Deus se fecit olim homo, et nalim das irds'che 

Leben,f 
Et nunc Papa noster will sich selbst zum Gott 
erheben. 

* " If I could throw myself ontside of, or around, a glass of 
Rhenish wine." "If I could see a glass of whiskey," said an 
American, "I'd throw myself outside of it mighty quiclt." 
Since writing the above, I have seen the expression thus given 
iu a copy of La Belle Suavage.—Bill of the Play, London^ June 27, 
1870. 

•* Nay these natives — simple creatures — 

Had resolved that for the future 

Each his own canoe would paddle. 

Each his own hoe-cake would gobble. 

And get outnide Jiis own whiskeTj." 

t " Deus se fecit olim homo," &c. A very curious epigram 
to this efl'ect was placed upon " Pasquin " while the writer was 
in Rome, during the past winter. It was as follows :— 
"Perch^ Eva mangio il pomo 
Iddio per riscattarci bI fece uomo, 
Ed ora 11 Nono Pio 
Per mantenerci schiavi, si fa Dio." 



2S0 HANS BBEITMANN'8 BALLADS. 

Ita dixit Breitmann et sanctus Pater respondit : 
Me piace semper intendere tutto cio cbe I'on dit, 
Sed tu die mihi la sua ragioue : 
Tunon homo natus es, solus mangiar maccheroui. 

" Tonitrus et cespes !" dixit Johanes Breitmami. 
" Si veritatem cupies,tunc ego sum der right man ; 

Percute semper ferrum dum caldum est et malle- 
able^ 

Nunc est tuum tempus te facere infallible. 

" In nostra America quum Presses decet abire, 
Die ultimo fecit omne quod posset imaginire. 
Appointet ambasciatores et post-magistros, 
Consules et alios, per dextros et sinistros. 

" Quum Rex Bomba ista Neapolit — anus, 
Compulsus fuit to shin it — ut dixit Africanus — 
Fecit ultimo die ducos et countos, vanus. 
(Inter alios McCloskey, tuus Hibernicus cham- 
berlanus.)* 

" Bt quia tu es ; ut credo ; ultimus Poporum, 
Facis bene devenire, quod dicitur High Cocka- 
lorum — 

* M'Closky. An Irish adventurer, admirably depicted by Mr. 
Cliarles Lover. 



BREITMA^N INTERVIEWS TEE POPE. 281 



Sei magnissimus toad in the puddle^ ite caput, 

magnamente ; 
Et ERiTis sicuT Deus, nemine contradicente 1 

" TJnus error solus, Sancte Pater commisisti. 
Quia primus infallible non te proclamavisti, 
2sam nemo audet dicere : Papa fecit quod nou 

est bonus. 
Decet semper jactare super alios probandi onus. 

" Conceptio Immaculata, hoc modo fixisti, 
Et nemo audet dicore unum verbum, de isti : 
Non vides si infallibilis es, et vultis es exdare,* 
Non alius sed tu solus lianc debet proclamare." 

" Figlio mio," dixit Papa ; « Tu es homo mirablis, 
Tua verba sunt mi dulcior quam ostriche cum 

Chablis 
In tutta Roma, de Alemania gente, 
Non ho visto uno con si grande mente. 

" Yero benedetto es— eris benedictus, 
Tibi mitterem photographiam in quo sum depic- 

tus. 
Tu comprendes situatio — il punto et gravamen. 
Sunt pauci clerici ut te. Nunc dico tibi Amen!" 

* Do yoa not see that if you are infallible, and wish to give il out. 



HANS BUEITMANN AT A PICNIC. 







E picknock oud at Spraker's wood : — 
Id melt de soul und fire de plood. 
Id sofly slid from cakes und creaYa ; 
Boot busted oop on brandy shdeam. 

Mit stims of tender Graceful ring, 

De gals begoon a song to sing ; 

A bland mildt lied of olden dime — 

Deutsch vas die doon, und Deutscli de rhyme. 

Wi's uff der Stross' wenn's finschtcr isclit, 
Und niemond in der Goss, mehr ischt, 
Nur Schone Miidel wolle mer fonga, 
Wie es gebil'te Lent' verlonga. 

At de picknock oud in Spraker's Wood, 
De bier was soft — de gals were good : 
Gondii von feller, vild und rasch, ^ 

Called out for a Yankee brandy-smash 1 

A crow vot vas valkin on de vail. 
Fell dead ven he hear dis Dootchmann call ; 
For he knew dat droples coom, py shinks 1 
Yen de Dootch go in for Yankee drinks. 

(2S:!J 



BREITMANN AT A PIG NIG. 



De Dootcli got ravin clroonk ash sin, 
Dey smash de windows out und in ; 
Dey bust und bang de bar-room ein, 
Und call for a bucket of branntewein. 

Avaj'-, avay, demselfs dey floong, 
Und a wild infernal lied dey sung: 
'Tvas, " Tarn de wein, and cuss de bier! 
Ve tont care nix for de demprance here I 

" keep a pringin juleps in, 
Und baldface corn dat burn like sin ; 
Mit apple tods und oldt shtone fence, 
Ve'll all get corned ere ve go hence 1" 

Dey dash deir glasses on de cround, 
Und tauz dill 'tvas all to brick-duss ground. 
Ven dey hear von man had a ten-dollar note, 
De crowd go dead for dat rich man's troat. 

A demperance chap vot coomed dere in. 
Vent squanderin out mit his shell bust in ; 
"It's walk your chalks, you loost your chance, 
Dis vot de call der Dootchman's dance." 

Boot ven de law, mit his myrmidon, 
Yas hear of dese Dootchmen's carryins-on, 
Dey sent bolicemen shtern und good. 
To pull dose Dootch in Spraker's Wood. 



EANS BEIETMANN'S BALLADS. 

De Dootch vas all gone roarin mad, 
Und triiiked mit Spraker all dey had ; 
Dey shpend 'nuf money to last deir life, 
And each vas tantziu mit anoder man's wife. 

Dey all cot poonish difers vays, 
Some vent to jug for dirty tays ; 
Und de von dat kilt de dempei-ance man 
Yas kit from de Alderman repriman. 

Und dus it ran : — " A warnin dake, 
For you mighdt hafe mate soom pig mishdake 
Now how vouldt you hafe fecled, py shing ! 
If dat man hat peen in de whiskey ring ? 

" Since yow. votes mine dicket, of course you 
know, 
I'm pound to led jon shlide und go. 
Boot nefer on whiskey trink your fill. 
For you Dootchmen don't know who to kill." 

Now Deutschers all — on dis warning dink, 
Und don't get troonk on Yankee trink. 
For neider you, or anoder man, . 
Can pe hocks like de New York rowdies can. 

So trink goot bier, mit musik plest. 

For if you tried your level best, 

You can't be plackguarts — taint in de plood : 

Dus endet de shdory of Spraker's Wood. 



Breitmann as a Trumpeter 







E land mit snow fur is bedecket, 

Avery dree is ge-dresst like a queen ; 
Dark leafs shtickin out troo de whiteness 

Like plack dails on a proud hermeline. 
Und ofer der scene dere coom reiten 

Ulilanen so sholly und gay, 
Mit ter ron dirr}^ don dy ron day ne', 

Und a ron dy ron dy ron de ! 

Dere's a word in a hoory gespoken, 

Und off in a gallop dey're gone : 
De lances peud forvarts like mast-tops, 

Of pirates py dempests plown on. 
For dey hear de Yengeurs are pefore dem, 

Und dey skurry to trive dem avay, 
Mit ter ron de ron dy ron da}' ne', 

Und a ron dy ron don dy ron d6 1 

Dey boorst like a bom on de Friintshmen ; 

Boot der Hans as mit reason pereft, 
Goed reiten avay from de pattle, 

Und circled around to de left, 
There dere shtood a Franzosisch trompeter, 

A plowin und pipin avay, 
Mit his ron dirry don dirry day neb, 

Und don dirry don dirry de 1 
6 (285) 



SS6 BREITMANN AS A TRUMPETER. 

Mit a cut from his razor-edge sabre, 

Hans marked him avay mit de dead : 
De draw-cut he often hafe practise 

Yitch trop off de trompeter's head. 
Und as on de snow it vent rollin 

Hans dink vot ^sopus have sa}'', 
Of trompeters vot plow dirrj day neh, 

Mit ton dirry don dir on day. 

Like lightnin Hans grab at de trumpet 

Pefore it vas fall to his veet, 
TJnd sharp, mit a derrible blarin, 

He plowed de Franzosish retreat. 
Dis vas shoost ash de Uhlans coom dashin, 

So de Frantschmen redreaded dat da}', 
Mit a ron dirry don dy ron da^^ neh, 

TJnd don dirry don di ron de. 

Dis song is de song of de Teuton 

Vot toot on a trumpet so loud, 
Und der Breitmann dat day vas de tutor 

Who teach a new drick to de crowd. 
It ish goot for to plow your own trumpet, 

Vas all dat der Breitmann vouldt say, 
Mit his don dirry don dy ron day neh, 

Und don dirry don dy ron de. 



GLOSSAEY. 



Aheridgold, (German) — Evening gold, 

Abendsonnenschein, (German) — Evening sunshine. 

Ach Fuderland, &c., (German) — 

" Oh Fatherland how far art thou ! 
Oh Time — how art thou long 1" 

AcTh loeh — An exclamation of pain. 

Allatag, (German) — Every day. 

AUaweil, (German) — Always; also whilst. 

Alles wird eicig zu eins, (German) — And all for ever be- 
comes one. 

Altei' Schiced\ (old Swede) — A familiar phrase, like old 
fellow. 

Anamile, (American) — Animal. 

Annerihalb Yar, Anderihalb Gahr, (German) — Year and a 
half. 

Anti Word; Antwort — Answer. 

Antworded, (German) — Answered. 

ArbeiterJialle — Workingman's hall. 

Arminius, (Herman.) — The Duke of the Cheruskans, and 
destroyer of the Roman legions under Varus, in Teu- 
toburg Forest. 

Aroom, Herum — Around. 

Aufge-<tpa7int, (German) — Stretched, bent. 

Augenblick, (German)— Twinkling of an eye. 

Aus, (German) — Out. 

(2S7) 



2SS GLOSSARY. 



Bac\ (German) — Brook. 

Baender-box — Band-box. 

Barrick, (Pennsylvania German for Berg,) — Mountain. 

Barrel-lieU pars — Parallel bars ; a part of the gymnastic 

apparatus. 
Be-ghostet, (German, Begeisiert) — Inspired. 
Begifted—'BG?,ch.e-aki. 
Begreifen, (German) — Understand. 
Beheaded, (German, i?e7ta«^<e<)— Asserted. 
BeiLeib und Leben^ (German) — By my body and soul. 
Bekannt Beknown — Known. 
Be-mark, (German Bemerken ) — Observe. 
Bemarks, (German, Bemerkungen) — Remarks. 
Bemerkbar, (German) Observable. (Should be noticed.) 
Bemoost, (German) — Mossgrown ; in student's language, 

ein beinooste Haupt, an old student. 
Bender^ (American) — A spree; a frolic. To "go on a 

hendef^ — to go on a spree. 
Be-raised, Raised, with the augment, literal for German 

er7ioben. 
Bercmscht, ( German) — Intoxicated. 
Besoffen, (German) — Drunk. 
Bestimrming des Mensclien — Vocation of Man. One of 

Fichte's works. 
BewiseK, (German Beweist, from Beweisen) — Proves. 
Bibliotliek — Library. 
Bix, Buchse, (box)— Rifle. Bess in Brown Bess is the 

equivalent of the German Buchse, (Brown being merely 

an alliterative epithet;) French, buse tube; Flemish, 

buis. (Still found in blunderbuss, arquebuss.) See 

Blackley's "Word Gossip." 
Blnetter, (German) — Leaves. 
Blei — Lead. 

Blifz, (German) — Lightning. 
Blitzen, German) — Lightning. 
Blokes, (English)— Men. 
Bock— A strong Icind of German beer. 
Boemiscli — Bohemian. 
Bole Jack road — Near Murfreesboro', Tennessee. 



GLOSS ART. 



Bool—Bu]]. 

Bornirth 

Bountiee 



Borniriheit—L\m\t odness of capacity. 



nttee, (Amencan)-Bounty-money paid during the 
war as a premjum to soldiers. To juniptlie bounty, 
was to secm-e tlie premium and tlien run away 
♦This IS the song of Billy Jones, 
Who jumped the boun-ti ee." 

T>.,.. A . . American Ballad of 1^(54. 

Gemitns ""* '" "^ ^'"■^'' inhabited principally by 

Brav, (German)— Good. 

Breit, (German)— Broad. 

Bring if down to dots— liecluce it to fi-ures 

Bnsner— Prisoner. 

BroosIipinder^Bru^Muder, (German, Buer^fmhwder)- 
Brushmaker. The brushmal<ers are supposed, prob- 
&:i;:ZS/ '''''' ""---P--cl>i-^usiAeL,7o 

^"'rfbaL^^S' ^™-)-To make a growling, 

Bunvmer, (American)-A low fellow; applied, durin- the 
nte c.vd warin the United States, to hanger "Sn of 
ler, 'SV.T ^ ^ ' corruption of the Gernfan bu.J 

BummiJig— From Bummer. 

i?MS.^2r7irtc/c^rs— Guerillas. 

Bust his s7ieU( Amer\can)-Bvo]^e his head. 

Butterbrod, (German)— Buttered bread. 

By— Nearly ; Beinahe—Mmos,i, nearly. 

Ca?w«;— Game. ^ 

G^^'y^n (Spanish, Ca7Mn)-A narrow passage betwpen 

Hfi?TrP''°"\t^^^''/°''"^'^^' ^y miuutalns or tible 
lands, often with a river running beneath. These 

Carmosine, (German)-Crimson. French-Cram oisie 
Car«a,f^^, Incarnadine. Deep pink or blood red 
Change their hdge-^hiii from oni " society" to another 



S90 GLOSSARY. 



Chroc—An Alemnnnic hero, who ravaged Gaul. Spoken 

of by Gregory, of Touis, as Clirocns. 
Chuvk—K short thick piece of wood, or of anything else ; 

a cliump. The word is provincial in Euglaud and 

colloquial in the United States. 
Cinder^ Suende — German for sins. 
Comedy — C<^mmittee. 
Conradin — The last of the imperial house of the Hohen- 

staufen — beheaded at Naples, in 1268. 
Coot—CTo cut) a dash, (to come out a "swell,") to dress 

extravagantly. 
Coster — The inventor of tlie art of printing, according to 

the Dutch. 
Crate — Great. 
Crulies—Qr\?-\j, (boar. ) 
Da ist er! Schau .^— There he is ! look 1 
Damit, (German) — By that. 
Das war des Breilmann'' s Notli, (German'— That was Breit- 

mann's need or fatal extremity. Imitated from the 

last line of Der Nibelungen Lied. 
Dec^— The cards used in a game. 
Demperanceler, Temj^erenzler — Temperance man. 
De ScJianheitsideal, (German) — The ideal of beauty. 
Dessauerinn — A woman from Dessau. 
Deutschferiig, (German) — German-ready. A burlesque 

word. " Then you will be German-ready for an ideal 

perfect language." 
Deutschland— Germany. 

Die wile es mbhte leben, (Old German, or Middle High Ger- 
man of the 11th century) — During all its life :— 
♦' Daz wolde er immer dienen 
Die wile er mohte leben." 

Kutrun, xv avent, 75G verse. 
Dink — B.e, they think; my dinks— wy thoughts. 
Dinked—lle, they thought. 
DisJitriputet — Instead of attributed. 
Dissembulatin' — Dissembling. 
Z)w.'»rt?/ed— Instead of resolved. 
D'lusion — Instead of allusion. 



GLOSSARY. 



Donnered, (German')— Tlinndered. 

Bonner welter, (German) — Tlumder and lightnintj. 

Books— Vi\xc\%. 

Boon — Tune. 

Boonderblix — Thunder and liglitninsr. 

Brawed Tie in — (Literal rendering of the German Zog er ein) 

— EinzieJien, to take up one's abode with. 
Breimal, (German) — Three times. 
Brocks — Drakes, dragons; (German) — Drachen. 
Bruckerei, (German) — Printing office. 
Bu bist ein Musikant — Tliou art a musician. 
BnmmehrUcJikeit, (German)— Honest simplicity., 
Eberschwein, (German)— Wild boar. 
Einander to spredien mil., (German) — To speak together. 
Eldern, (German, ^'iJer/i)— Parents. 
Elders, (German, Eltern) — Parents. 
Elfenbein, (German) — Ivory. 

Emerich— King Emerich, hero of a German legend. 
Emsig c/ruebler, (German) — Assidious inquirer ; plodding 

old fogy. * 

Entlang, (German) — Along. 
Erfounden, (German, Erfunden) — Invented. 
Ergeben, (German)— Given over. Resigned. 
Ernsthaft, (German) — Earnest. 
En'or-dom, IrrtJiUin— 'Error, 
Erstarrt, (German) — Aghast. 
ErstaunisJied, erstaunt — Astonished ! 
Erwaitin\ ((Jerman, Erwarlend) — Awaiting, expecting. 
Euchred — From Euchre, a Western game of cards. 
Fackel Tarn, (German) — Torch dance. 
Fancy crabs — Fast horses. 

Fanes, Wetterfahnen — Weathercocks, (double entente.) 
Fass, (German) — Barrel. 
Eht — Printer's term. 
Feldwebel, (German)— A sergeant. 
Fichte — German philosopher. 
Finster, (German) — Dark, dismal. 
Foil— To fall. 
Foal— Full. 



GLOSSABT. 



Foon — Fun. 

Foors—F'w?'^. 

Fore-by — Literal translation of the German Vorbei. 

Fore lying — Literal translation of Vorliegend. 

Foreschlag, (German, Vorschlag) — Proposal. 

For esetze7i— To set, nut (lay) before au audience. 

Frati, (German) — Woman. 

Freie, (German) — Free. 

FreisclMrUngei\ (German, Freischaerler) — A memhcr of a 
free corps ; especially applied to those who belonged 
to the Free Corps formed in Southern Germany during 
the revolution in 1848. 

Fi'eischuetz, (German) — Free shot ; one who shoots with 
charmed bullets ; the name of Karl Maria Von AVcber's 
celebiated opera. 

Frieclerich Bntlibart — Frederic Barbarossa, the great em- 
peror of Germany, and one of the German Legendary 
heroes. He is supposed to sleep in the KyfFnauser in 
Thuringia, and to awaken one day, when he will bring 
great glory over Germany. 

Frolic — Frohlich, merry. 

Froze to de ready — Held fast to the money. 

FtiUendfin, (German, Vollenden) — To finish, perfect. 

Fusa, (German) — Foot. 

Fust — Tlie partner of Gutemberg, the inventor of the art 
of printing. 

Gainbrinus—A.my\.h.\cA\ king of Brabant, supposed to have 
been the inventor of beer. 

Gandertate — Candidate. 

Gam, (German ) — Entirely. 

Gam und gar, (German)— Altogether ; all over, 

Gast, (German) — Guest. 

Gauer — Vallies. 

Gaul dern — A Yankee oath. 

Gauner-sprache, (German) — Thieves' language. 

Ge-birt\ (German, Gcburt) — Birth. 

Ge-bildet—Bu\\t, with the German augment. 

Geborn — Born, with the augment. 

Ge-brudert, (lormed like ge-schwister.) — Brothers. 



GLOSSAUY. 293 



Geh liin mein Pucli, (German of IGtli century.) 

Geh»t nit mit redden Dinr/en 2m— Dost not do it by any 
natural means ; there is witchcraft in it. 

Qelcommene — Arrived, (newly arrived.) 

Oekommen so, (German)— Come thus. 

Gelbschnahel, (German)— Yellow bill, (». e. soft.) Mean- 
ing a " greenhorn." 

Gelt, (German, GeM)— Money. 

Gemutiaichkeit, (German)— Good nature: a cheerful tone 
of mind. 

GeiiKy broost, (German, G?anse5™.?0— Goose-breast 

^e-was(!ed— Roasted, with German augment. 

GesmftM— Assembled, with the augment of the German 
preterite. 

Geshmaiiht—9)m?iBhpA, with German au"-ment. 

Gespiclced, (German)— Larded. ° 

GestoMen und bekannt, (German)- Stolen, and known 

Gemndheit, (German)— Health. 

Gemngverein, (German)— Singing-society. 

GeKkostet—Co&X,, with the German augment. 

Gilt— In the ordinary sense, and also in the same verso 
♦'£r»«," implying the meaning of the German verb 
gelten,'' to be worth something and guilt. 

Glaub'es, (German)— Believe it. 

Glee-wine, Ghihwein — Hot spiced wine. 

Glueck, (German) — Luck. 

Glueky, (German, (JZwec/^^icA)— Lucky. 

Gobluia — For goblin. 

Gool— Cool. 

Go screech, Geschrei — Bawling, clamour. 

Gott-full, gottvoll—GiVmons, divine. 

GottallmacUy, (German, GoitallmncJttig)—Go(!i Almi"-htv 

Goiteshaus, (German)— House of God. ° 

GoUwciss, (German)— Heaven knows! 

G(yitsdonnerkreuzschocksc7iwereTioih,(^Giirman)— Another Ya- 
riety of big swearing. 

GoWs-doonder, (German, Gotl's Bonner)— GotVs thunder. 

See also Gott's tausend, a thundering sort of oath, but 

never preceded by lightning, for it is only used as a 



204 GLOSSARY. 



kind of expletive to express great surprise, or to give 
great emphasis to words which, without it, would seem 
to be capable of none. 

Goitstausend, (German)— An abbreviation of GoWstmisend 
Donnerweiter, (God's thousand thunders,) and there- 
fore the comparative of GijWs doonder ; "\vith most of 
those Avho use it, a meaningless phrase. 

Go von — Go one ; bet on him. 

Gnllers—GweiiWus,. 

Grod, gremrd— Straight. 

Gross, (German)— Great. 

Guestfriev dUick, gaatfreundUch — Hospitable. 

Gummi lasticum — India Rubber. 

Gutemberg — The inventor of the art of printing. 

(z«»e— Southern slang for give. Guv, for give, is also 
English slang as well as American. 

Gyroticislive — Sn a ky . 

Hand-shoe, (German, Handschuh) — Glove. 

Hanserl, (German) — Jacky. 

Mans Wurst — Merry Andrew ; Zani ; Jack Pudding — the 
latter word being a literal transhition of the German 
Hans Wurst ; the pudding in either case referring to 
the sausages, or the pretended sausages, which the 
Merry Andrew always appeared to be swallowing by 
the yard or fathom. See BlacJdei/\t Word Gosftip. 

Hagel! Blitz! Kreuz Sakrament! (German) — Another 
variety of swearing. 

Haul te pot — Take the stakes. 

JTause — House. 

Heavy — Hood. 

Hegel — Name of the German philosopher. 

Heine, Heinrich—Germim poet. 

Heinivon Steier — Heinrich von Opterdingcn. 

Heldenbuch — Is the title of a collection of epic poems, be- 
longing to the cycle of the German Saga. 

Heller Glorie schein — Bright gloriole. 

Heller, ( German) — Farthing. 

Hereauf, /aeraw/— Thereupon. 

Herout, (German, Heraus) — Out. 



GLOSSARY. 295 



Ilerrlich^ (German)— Noble ; lordly. 

Herr Je, (German^ — An abbreviation of Herr Jexus (O 
Lord !) ; generally used only by those who are fond of 
meaningless exclamations. 

Hexerei — Witchciy, sorcery. 

Hertszen—'iiG\-z(^n ; hearts. 

Hertzhog, Ilerzog^ (German) — Duke. 

Eerzlich, (German) — Heartily ; cordially. 

Himmel^ (German) — Heaven. 

Himmels-Potz-Pumpen-HerrgoU — A mild sort of a German 
imprecation, untranslatable. 

Himmlisch-hoeUisch qual, (German) — Heavenly-hellish pain. 

l?o65^■?less— Happiness. 

HoelliseJi, (German) — Hellish. 

Honey fooU)i\ Honey fuggle — Is believed to be English slang. 
In America it means blarneying, deceiving. 

Hoocliie perry, Persimmoned—*'^ K huckleberry over my 
persimmon." Surpassed ; outdone. 

Hoof-irons, {Huf-eisen in German) — Horse-shoe. 

Hop-sossa, (German) int. — Hop ; heyday. 

Hundsfott, (German Vulg.) — Mean scoundrel ; hound. 

Hunk, (American)— Stout, solid, profitable. 

/ Qili romaneskro. This song is written in the German - 
Gipsy dialect. Eh'' in the third line of the second 
verse is the German word ehe, (ere or before.) Kuri- 
bente, (in war,) is in the Slavonic and Gipsy local case, 
or as Pott calls it— (,Die Zigennen in Europa und 
Asia)—T\\Q second dative. Fasputi, following Puch- 
mayer, calls it the first dative, as e rakleste "in the 
child." 

Im gruenen Wald, (German) — In the green wood, 

Im Oaken Wuld, (German) — In the oak wood. 

In nomine Domine, (Latin) — In the name of the Lord ; 
"In nomine Domine I 
Was Hero Hageu's word." 

In Sang undKlang dein Lebenlang. In song and music all 
thy life. 

Jeff, ('printer's phrase) — A game played by throwing up 
types and counting the nicks. 



2DG GLOSSARY. 



JosK-stick — A name given to small reeds, covered with 

the dnst of odorilerous woods, which the Chinese burn 

before their idols. 
Jours — Journeymen. 

Jiingfernkranz, (German) — Bridal garland. 
KcBii'ig Eizel— King Attila. 
Kaiser Karl — Charlemagne. 
Kali, (German) — Cold. 
Kanasfer, (German) — Canaster tobacco. 
Karfunkelsiein, (German) — Carbuncle. 
Kartoffell, (German) — Potato. 
Kauder- WaelscJi,, (German)— Gibberish. 
Kellner, (German) — Waiter. 
Kinder^ (German) — Children. 
Kilin, a kitin — Flying or running rapidly. 
Kaasterbart, (German) — Literally, tobacco-beard ; a tough, 

old bearded, old-fashioned fellow. 
Kneiperei, (German) — Revel. 
Knock de?7i out de slipots — Knock the spots out of them ; 

astonish. 
Komm maidelein! Rothe Waengelein, (German)— Come, 

maiden, red cheeks. 
Kop, (German Kopf) — Head. 
Kreutzer, — Fr. Creutzer, distinguished professor in tl^e 

University of Heidelberg, author of a great work on 

"Symbolik." 
Kreuzfidel, (German)— True-hearted ; gallant in the highest 

decree. 
Krumm, (German) — Crooked. Breit und Krumm — Broad 

and crooked. Here, a pun on bride and groom. 
Kummel, (German) Cumin brandy. 
Kummel Kimmel, (German)— Schnapps; dram. 
Lager^ Lagerbeer, (German Lagerbiei\ i. e. Stockheer.) 
Lager Wirt7i.schafl, (German) — Beerhouse. 
Lam — To drub ; to beat soundly. 
Lateinisch — Latin. 
fjaugJien, lachen — Laughing. 
Lavergne — A place between Nashville and Murfreesboro', 

in the State of Tennessee. 



GLOSSAUY. 207 



Lebenlang, (German)— Lifelong. 
Leider^ Leids, (German) — Son.ss. 

Z2'Wy— The notorious Confederate prison at Richmond, Va. 
Liddle Pills — Legislative enactments. 
Liederkram, ( German)— Glee-union. 
Liederlic7i, (German)— Loose, reckless, dissolute. 
Lighthood, (German Lichtheif)—h\c\\t. 
Like spiders down their weSs— Breitmann's soldiers are sup- 
posed to have been expert turners or gymnasts. 
Loafer— A. term which, considered as the German pronun- 
ciation of lover, is a close translation of rom, as this 
latter means both a Gipsy and a husband. 
Loosty, (German Liistig) -,] u\\y : merry. 
Los, los gelien, (German)— To <;o at a thing, at somebody. 
Loudet, {Lauten in German)— To make sound. 
Lump, (German)— Rngamuffin. 

Lumpenglocke, (German)— An abusive term applied to 
bells, especially to those which give the signal that the 
beer houses must close. 
Mnedclien, (German)— Girl ; maiden. 
Mdkana, (Gipsy, Ma akana)—lini no-w. 
'■'Make de red cock cr^wj"- " To set the red cock on the 
roof," signifies in German, to seta man's house on fire. 
Marinorhild—M-AYlile statue. 
Ma,rkgraefler—&. pleasant light wine grown in the Duchy 

of Baden. 
Maskenzug, (German)— Procession of masked persons. 
Ifassenversammhtng, (German)— Mass meeting. 
Mein, Freund—My Friend. 
Heine Seel\ (German)— By my soul. 
Mineted—'Mm(\i^(\. 

Minnesinger— PoQ\ of love ; a name given to German lyric 
poets, who flourished from the twelfth to the four- 
teenth centuries. 
Mit Jioontin knife, &c. — 

" With her white hands so lovely 
She dug the Count his grave", 
From her dark eyes sad weeping, 
The holy water she gave." 

(Old German ballad.) 



SOS GLOSSARY. 



Mitout — Without 

Mitternocht, MiilernacM — Midniglit. 

MiUernigld, Mitternacht — Midniglit. 

3Iilz havf, (.German) — Dung-hill. 

Molescliott — Author of a celebrated work on Physiology. . 

Morgan — John Morgan, a notorious Conledcrate guerilla 
during the late war in America. 

Morgen-het ache — Morning headache. 

Moskopolite — (American) — Cosmopolite. 

Miirmulie—Mnrmuved. 

Mutter, (German) — Mother. 

Mieblungen Lied— The lay of the Nieblungen ; the great 
German national epos. 

JWa;, (German, NicMs) — Nothing. 

Nix cwm raws— Had not come out. 

Novate — To speak in an oration. 

No sardine— l^ot a narrow-minded, small-hearted fellow. 

Noth, (German) — Need, dire extremity. Das -war des 
Breitmann's noth. That was Breitmann's sore trial. 
Imitated from the last line of the Niebelungen Lied. 

Nun — Now. 

Nun-endich, (German) — Well, at last. 

0' Brady — An Irish giant commemorated in a once popular 
song. 

O^fer— Other. 

Odenwnld — A thickly-wooded district in South Germany. 

Oline Zhal, (German) — Without number. 

On-belongs — Literal translation of Zugehbrt. 

On-did, to on-do — Literal translation of the German an- 
them ; to dun, to put on. 

On de snap — All at once. 

Onfang, (German, Anfang) — Beginning. 

Oonshi^eakbarly, (German, unanssprechbarlich) — Inexpres- 
sibly. 

Oonendly—IJn^cnWc'h. 

Oop-gecleared, (German, AufgeJclaert) — 'En]\ghte-ned.. 

Oopriglit-hood, (German, Aufrichtigkeit)—U^ng\\\,i\es,s. 

Ooprighty, (German, Aufrichtig) — Upright. 

Oopsldardet, (German, Aufgescharft)—\J^?,iss\.Q^. 



GLOSSARY. 



Oop-sproong — For aiif sprung. 

Orgel-ton, (German) — Organ sound. 

0/'&6sto'— Orchestra. 

Out-sprach — Outspoke. 

Out-signed^ (German, ausgezeiclmeie) — Distinguished, sig- 
nal. 

Ovei' again — Uebringen — The remain der ; a rest. 

Pubst, Der Fabst lebt, ^c. — " The Pope he leads a happy- 
life, " «fec., beginning of a popular German song. 

Peeps — People. "Hard on the American peeps" — a 
phrase for anything exacting or severely pressing. 

Peknickel, Nick^ Nickel! — St. Nicolas is supposed, on the 
night preceding his name-day, the sixth of December, 
to pass over* the house-tops on his long-eared steed, 
having baskets suspended on either side filled -with 
sweets ond playthings, and to drop down through 
the chimneys presents for those children who have 
been good during the year, but birch-rods for those 
who have been naughty, would not go to bed early, or 
objected to being washed, &c. In the expectation of 
his coming, the children put, on the eve of St. Nicolas 
day, either a shoe, or a stocking, or a little basket into 
the chimney-piece of tlieir parents' bed-room. We 
may remark, by the way, that St. Nicolas is the Chris- 
tian successor of the heathen Nikudr, of ancient Ger- 
man mythology. In America he has become confused 
with Christkiuder and Christkiukel. 

Pesser, besser, (German) — Better. 

Pestain — Stain, witli the augment. 

Pfaelzer — A man from the Rhenish Palatinate. 

Pfeil, (German) — Arrow. 

PMlosopede — Velocipede. 

Pie t/ie forms— Break up and scatter the forms of type. 

Pig-sticker, (American) — Bowie-kuife, or indeed, any other 
kind of knife. 

Pile out, (American) — Hurry out. 

Plue goats— li]u(i coats ; soldiers. 

Plug muss, (American Fireman) — A fight around a fire- 
plug. 



GLOSSARY. 



Polcal, (Pocnlnm)— Goblet. 

Poker— K iavoiile game of cards among Western gamblers. 
Puo nkin — Pu m pk i n . 

Potzduseiid ! Was ist das .?— Zounds ! Wliul is Unit 'i 
Potzblitg, (German) — int., The deuce. 
PouUerie — Poultry. 
Poussiren— To couit. 

Pretzel, (German) — A kind of ftmcy bread, twist or tlie like. 
Prezackly — Pre(cisely,) exactly. 
ProtocoUirt, protocolliren — To register, record. 
Pumpernickel — A lieavy, liard sort of rye-bread, 
Pye — To buy. 

liaushlin\ rauschend — Bustling. 
Peb—An abbreviation of rebel. 
Redakteur — Editor. 
Rede, (German) — Speech. 
Rede, (German) — Speech. 

Red- WaeUch, Roth- Wae sch^ (German) — Thieves' language. 
Reiier, ( German) — Rider. 

Rheimoeiiibechers Klang — The Rhine wine goblet's sound. 
Richter, (Jean Paul, French) — Distinguished German au- 
thor. 
Ridersmann, (Reitersmann in German) — Rider. 
Ring — A political clique or cabal. 
Ritter, (German) — Knight. 
Roland — One of the paladins of Charlemagne. 
RoUin' ^oc^■s— Rolling logs ; mutually aiding. 
Rosen, (German) — Roses. 
Rouse, (German Ileraus}— Out ; come out. 
Sachsen — Saxouia, Saxony. 
Sacrin — Consecrating. 
ISagen Gyclus — Cycle of legends. 
Sass, Sassy, Sasstn' — Sauce, saucy, &c. 
Sauerkraut, (German) — Sour krout. 
Sauerkraut, (German)— Pickled cabbage. 
Saw it — Understood it. 
Scatterin, Scatter in — Scattering. 
Schauer, (German) — Shudder. 
Schenk aus, (German) Pour out. 



GLOSSARY. SOI 



ScJienlcet ein, (German)— Pour in, (fill the glasses.) 

Schimmel, (German) — Grey horse. 

ScMinpft und flucJit gar laesterlich, (German) — Swears and 
blasphemes abomiually. 

ScJiinken, (German) — Ham. 

Schlager, (German) — A kind of sword or broadsword ; a 
rapier used by students for duelling or fighting matches. 

ScJdesierwein, (German) — Wine grown in Silesia, prover- 
bially sour. 

ScJiUmmer, ( German) — Worse. 

Schlished, geschlitzt — Slit. 

Schlop him oher de kop — Knocked him on the head. 

Schlopped — Slopped. 

Schloss, (German) — Castle. 

Schnapps, (German) — Dram. 

/St'/i/ifYs— Pennsylvania German word for cut and dried fruit. 

Schniiz, schnitzen, (Geiman)— To chop, chip, snip. In 
Pennsylvania Schnvz or Suits, is applied to cut and 
dried fruit, apples, pears, or peaches. It was, I believe, 
Prof. Henry Coppee, who narrated, in Lippincott's 
Magazine, a story to the effect that a scliool teacher 
once asked his class if an apple were cut in two, what 
■would the pieces be called? "Halves," replied the 
hoys. "And if cut again?" "Quarters." "And 
then cut again?" "ifci'jiite," was the unanimous an- 
swer. 

Schbnheitsideal, (German) — The ideal of beauty. 

Schopenhauer — A celebrated German "philosophical physi- 
ologist." 

Schoppen, (German) — A liquid measure, chopin, pint. 

tchwaben — Suabia. 

Schwanen, (German) — Swans. 

Schicartzer Mohr, (German)— A black negro. Mohr in 
German is applied very generally to both Moors and 
negroes. 

Schweinblatt — (Swine) Dirty paper. 

Schweitzer lease, (German) — Swiss cheese. 

ScJiwig, Stcig, verb — To drink by large draughts. 

Schwigs, Swig noun — A large draught. 



803 GLOSSARY. 



ScniT/sed, ^German Schmyssen, from Schmeissen) — Threw 
liim out of doors. 

Scoop — Take in ; get. 

Scorclied— Escorted ; a negro malapropism. 

Scrouged, (American) — Pressed, jammed. 

Seelen — Ideal. SquI's ideal. 

Sefe7i-lefen—Sieveii or eleven. 

JSeifenblasen—Soai) balls. 

Seins, (German) — The Being. 

SelbsiancMuungsvermbgen, (German) — Capacity for self- 
inspection. 

Serenity — A transparency. 

Shanty — A board cabin ; slang for house. 

Shapel — Chapel is an old word for a printing-office. 

Sharman^ Sherman — German. 

Shings—ymgo ; by Jingo. 

iSAzpsy— Gipsy. 

MZide— Slide. " Let it slide," vulgar for " let it go." 

Shnow-wice, (German »Sc7inee-icm)— Snow-white. 

Shoopider — Jupiter. 

Shootin-stick—'&\\ooimg stick. It is used for closing up the 
forms of types. 

Show-spiel, Schauspiel — Play ; piece. 

Shpeck — Speck, (German) — Bacon. 

Shpicket—'S!]iigoi ; a pin or peg to stop a small hole in a 
cask of liquor. 

Shpoons — Spoons ; plunder. 

Shtuhl, (German Stiihl) — Stool; chair. 

Sinn, (German) — Meaning. 

Six mals—^'ix times. 

Skeeted— Went fast ; skated (?) 

Skool—SkuU. 

Skyugle, (American) — " Skyugle " is a word which had a 
short run during 1864. It means many things, but 
chiefly to disappear or to make disappear. Thus a de- 
serter "skyugled," and sometimes he " skyugled a 
coat or watch." 

Slanganderin'' — Foolishly slandering. 

Slasher gaffs — Spurs for cocks with cutting edges. 



GLOSSARY. SQ^ 



To7o^7v ^,«^T^^° Schnapps distilled from plnmg. 

bLop over— Go too far and upset or spill. Applied to men 
who venture too far in a success ^^ ^"^ 

^umgoozhn^~^\y^rcv or slum-guzzling ; humbug. 

SlumgnUiovr-K Mississippi term for a legislatol 

Solulaten, (German Soldateny—^om^xs. 

bomit, (German)— Thus with. 

Sonntags, (German)— Sundays. 

Sottelet, (German <?esa/;^e;i;)_Saddled 

Sound upon the goose~-K phrase originating in the Kansas 

9.,.i ^ P' ^'''^ signifying true to The caule of slaveJy 

rioting ''' ^^'™"^ -^^"^ ""^ ^mz..)-Eevelr7and 
Spiel, (German)— Play. 
/Sp^o(?(?c?•^•/t'_Splattering. 
Spook, (German Spuk)~K ghost. 
kponu (German)— Spur. 
/5;?(?r^s— Sporting men. 
Staub, (German)— Dust. 
Stein^ (German)— Stone. 
Stille, (German;— Stillness. 
Stim, (German Siimme)—Y oice 
Stohr— Store. 

ffZi^^^J'n'-^'' P°^.'^' ^" "^6 cards of one suit. 
Strassen, (German)— Streets. 

9f~7?n"'' of the celebrated Viennese composer. 
Strumpf, (German)— Stocking. ^ 

oTlTnt.'^'"'' ^''''"'' («^™''^°)-Students in the streets 

tZZr-"^ ^Tg' (German)-Storm and pressure. 
Sweynlmm und Fan?mrts-The first printers at Rome 

^^'To ctCintef "^^^-^^^""^^"'^ «^ copyf^r's^irips, 

Tantzeii, (German)— To dance. 

Tantz, (German)— Dance 

ro!rn«Z— Eternal. 

Taub, taube, (German)— Dove 

%fTln' ^'"'^'7f ^^■'^^^•^^-Good-for-nothing fellow. 
I/ml, (German)— Part. 



SOJ^ ' GLOSSARY. 



Thoom—T\m-mh. 

Thrip., (South American) — Three pence. 

ThusneMa — The wile of Arminius, (Hermann.) 

Tod, (Germans— Deiid. 

Tod/,eng7-ips, Todtengerippe—S'ke]eton. 

Tofe—Dove. 

To House, (German zv, Hause) — At home. 

Tortled — To tortle ; to move off. From turtle. 

Touch the dirt — Touch the road. 

Treppe, (German) — Stairs. 

Treu^ (German) — Faithful, true. 

Trow Mm with ecks — Pelt him with eggs. 

Turner, (German) — Gymnast. 

Turner Verein, (German Turnverein) — Gymnastic Society. 

Tyfel, Teufel—BeYn. 

Tyfeled, VerfeufeU—DeY\]\fih. 

Tyfel-Hchnake, Teufehchnaken — Deviltries ; also devil- 
snake. 

Tyful-strikfis, TeiifeJ.-Rlreiche—T)Q\\\&l\dkQS. 

Tyful-iDards—'De\i\wa,n\s. 

Tyfelest— From Teufel : here in the sense of "best" or 
" worst." 

UeberschwenglicJie, (German) — Transcendental ; elevated. 

Ueber Stein and iScJiwein, (German) — Over stone and 
swine. 

Ulievrus — Oliver, another of the twelve Paladins of Char- 
lemagne who fell at Roncesvalles, (A Rowland for an 
Oliver.) 

Und lauter guter Ding, (German) — And of thoroughly 
good cheer, 

UrbummeUied, (German vulgar) — Arch-loafer's song ; a 
student song. 

Urlied, (German) — The song of yore. 

Van't hlein komt men toft groote, (Dutch) — Great things 
may have small beginnings. (Concordia res par- 
vae cresrunt) — Legend on the Dutch ducats. 

Varus — The Roman Commander in Germany, conquered 
by Arminius. 

Verdammt, (German) — D d. 



GLOSSARY. * SOS 



VerJiucJUer, (German') — Accursed. 

Verstay, Verstehen — Understand. 

Vertyfeln, Verteufeln — To botch. « 

Verhren, (German)— Forlorn. 

Versteh, verstehen (German) — To understand. 

Voonderly, (German) Wunderlich—W oxi6.ro\is, ; curious. 

Von — One. 

WacJisen, (German) — Grow : — 

"Komm'ich in's jralanteSaclisen, 
"Wo di scbcene Maedchen wachsen." 

Old German Song. 

WaecTiter, (German) — Watchman. 

Waelder, (German) — Woods. 

WuhlverwandtscTiaft, (German) — Elective afl3nity ; sympa- 
thy of souls. 

Wahrsagt, (German Wahrsagen) — To foretell, soothsay. 

Wahres Kumfge7iVKS, (German) — Truly artistic enjoyment. 

Waidmanncheil, (German) — Huntsman's -weal, or greeting. 

Wardal zu Steine, (German) — Became all stone. 

Ward zu Wind, (German) — Became a wind. 

Wechsebalg, (German) — A changeling ; brat; urchin. 

Weihnachistbaum, (German)— Cliristmas tree. 

Weiknac7iisUed, (German) — Christmas song. 

Weingeist, (German) — Vinous ; ardent spirit. 

Wein-handle, (German Weinhandlung) — Wineshop. 

Weinnachtstramn — lit., Winenight's dream; for " Weien- 
acht," Christmas dream. 

Wellen and Wogen, (German) — Waves and billows. 

WelsJihen — Turl^ey hen. 

Werden das Werden — The becoming to be. 

We^uns, yoit'uns — We and you. A common -vulgarism 
through the Sontliern States. 

" 'Tis sad that we,uns from you'uns parts, 
Whenyou'uns have stolen we'uns hearts." 

Wie gehts, (German) — How goes it ? how are you ? 

Wild Jagd—WM hunt. 

Wi'd un weh, (German) — Wild and woe-begone. 

Wilkomm, (German) — Welcome. 
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306 GLOSSARY. 



Windnbrnut, (German poet) — Storm; hurricane; gust of 

Avind. 
Wird, (German) — Becomes. 
Wised, (German W^iisste,\rnmWizzen) — Knew. 
Witz, (Gl^erman) — A sally, or witty saying. 
Wo hist du? (German)— Where art ? 
Woe-moaedy, (German Wemuthing) — Moanful, doleful 
Woia, (German)— Well ! 
WoU nuf! (German)— Literally well up ; but meaning 

" he/y ! " or "up there ! " 
Wolfssclducht, (German") — Wolfs glen. 
Wonnevol, (German Wonnevoll) — Blissful. 
Woon, (German Wunde) — Wound. 
Word-May — Word-play ; pun ; quibble. 
Wurst, (German) — Sausage. 
Wurst mir und egnl, — All one to me. Wurst is a German 

student word for indifference. 
Taegei\ (German) — Huntsmen. 
Taegersmann, Faegersmann — Huntsman. 
Tartausend, Jahrtausend — A thousand years. 
Yartausend, Jalirtavsend, (German) — A thousand years. 
Yellow pine, (American) — A mulatto. 
Youngest Bay, (German) — Jueugste tag. The Day of 

Judgment. 
Yungling, Jungling, (German) — Youth. 
Zimmer, (German) — Room. 
Zupfet aus, (German) — Tap the barrel. 



GLOSSAHY 



Ahenddammeruvg, (German) — Evening dim light; twilight. 

Abendroth, (German)— Evening red. 

Abbordez-moi vodre metre, (German-French) — Bring me 
your mayor. 

Allegader — All together. 

Apfletods, (American) — Apple toddies. 

^/■toJos— Unarmed. 

Arreire pensee, (French) — A resei ved thought or intention. 

Augen, (German)— Eyes. 

Baldface corn, (American)— Plain maize whisky. 

Bauern, German i — Peasants. 

Bellin, (German Bellen,) — To bark. 

Bemarket, (German English)— Piemarked. 

Betaubend, (German)— Enchanting. 

Bienenkorb, ( German) — Beeliive. 

Birra gazzosa, (Italian) — Crated, gaseous beer. 

Bischof, (German) — Bishop. 

Boerenvolk, (Flemish)— Peasants. 

Bouleverse — Boulevard. 

Brannieicein, (German) - Spirits. 

Brandy smash, (American) — A plain half-glass mint julep 
of only sugar, ice, spirits, aud mint. A regular julep 
is lai'ger, and contains more ingredients. 

Briicke, (German) — Bridge. 

Bxgs — In America all insects, especially Coleoptera. 

Camine — Chimney-piece. 

(S07J 



SOS GLOSSARY. 



Carmagnole — A wild street dance. 

C'tom— The popular name of a bivalvular shell-fish, the 
Yenui. 

Clavier, (German) — Piano. 

Colle belle, (Italian) — With the beauties. 

Corned, (American) — Made drunk. 

Grecian pcnd—'Wh.en Breitmann says " Dat pend of the 
bow ish the Grecian pend," it is a rather equivocal 
compliment. " Grecian bend" has lately become a 
common newspaper expression. Smuggling done by 
women is called a "(IJase of Grecian bend." The 
present style of skirt, full at the back, is favorable to it. 

Dampfschiff— Steamboat. 

Dunkelheit —Darkness. 

Bursty, (German Durstig)—Thirs,tj, 

EarnstJiafl, ernsthaft—^ex'iow^. 

Eber, (German)— >Vild boar. 

EckharWiaaxeri — A German supernaturalist. 

Eher, (German)— Sooner. In the dialect it has the mean- 
ing of "before." 

Engel, (German) — Angel. 

Eng'dndrinn, (German)— English woman. 

Erfinder, ( German)— Inveiitor. 

Euchre, Eucre—'^ovt of game played with cards, very much 
in vogue in the West. 

Feinslieh, (German) — Fair or fine love. 

Poxen, (German Fuchs/m) -Foxes. 

Frank-iiroir — Franc-tireur. 

Franrois Villon — An old French humorous poet, whom 
Boileau speaks of as the first who began to write truly 
modern French. 

Garce, (French) — Wench. 

Oar nichU, (German) — Not at all. 

Gass und Strasi, (German) — Lane and street, 

Gasbaigs — Bladder of gas. 

Gaul darn—Gc u.^ 



GestoMen—^to\Qi\. 

GeweJir, (German ) — Musket. 

Gift, (Grermau)— Poison. 



GLOSSARY. 



Glamour— Ocn\i\r deception ; by magic. 

Gottashe — Cottage. 

Gott weiss, (German)— God knows. 

Hab' und Guter, (German)— Proijerty. 

HalbertJiier, for Halberdier — Halbertliier means half an 

animal. 
Ham Michel— K popular, but not complimentary name 

for Germany. 
Harmlos, (German)— Harmless. 
Herzbrudei; (G.rman) — Heart's brother. 
Hoofsiad, (Flemish) —Capital. 
Hut, (German)— Hat. 
Jk leven, (Flemish) — I live. 
lldiuvolo in carnato, (Italian) — The devil incarnate, or in 

carnation. 
Jn gebursi — Burst. 
I(a dixit, (Latin)— So said. 
Kanik. Ik kan, {'Flemish) — lean. 
^er??ies— Annual Fair. 
Kilin, a kHi)i—Y\ymg or running rapidly. 
Kloster, ( German) — Cloister. 
Jxcenig Mzel—King Attila. 
ITong (German Kd7iij)—0ld Norse for king. 
Kooken— Cake. 
Kopf, (.German)— Head. 
Kuster, ( German)— Sacristan. 
Lame, (German) — Lance. 
Lai bgartner, (German) — Leibgard ; bodyguard. The 

Swiss in blundering makes it " bo )y gardener." 
Larmen—The French word larmes, tears, made' into a 

German verb. 
Leben-'Lite ; living. 
Lebendig, (German; — Living. 
Lev' St du nockf—Livii't thou yet? 
Lieblich, (German )— Charming. 
Liedeken, (Flemish) —Song. 
Losbinden— Tic a dog loose. 
i' Ubbriacone, (Italian)— Drunkard. 
Luftballon, (German;— Air-balloon. 



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Madel, (German) — Girl. 

Meisjes, (Flemish) — Girls. 

Mijti lief gesellen, (Flemish) — My dear comrades. 

Mohi\ ein schwarzer, (German) — A blackamoor. 

Mondenlight— Moonlight. 

Mondemchein, (German) — Moonlight. 

Mud-sill — The longitudinal timber laid upon the ground to 
form the foundation for a railway. Hence figuratively 
applied by the labor-despising Southern gentry to the 
laboring classes as the substratum of society. 

Naturalizaiionisds — The officers, &c., who give the rights 
of native citizens to foreigners. 

Nieuio Jarsie—l^eyr Jersey, in America, famous inter alia 
for its sandy beaches and high surf. 

iV^gr— Nigger. 

Nirwana — The Brahminical absorption into God. 

Ochsen, (German)— Oxen ; stupid fellows. As a verb it 
also is used familiarly to mean hard study 

Oltra traviontane ; ultra tramontane — Applied to the non- 
Italian Catholic party. 

Oiit-ge-poJ<:e-te—Out--po^ed. 

Paardeken, ( Flemish ) —Palfrey. 

Palact, (German Pallast) — Palace. 

Pt'k'' — Belgian rye whisky. 

Pickel-TMi.be, (German) — The spiked helmet worn by 
Prussian soldiers. 

Pimeby — By and by. 

'■'■Plain,''' — Water plain, i. e., unmixed. 

Pully, i. e., Built/,— An Americanism, adjective. Fine, 
caijital. A slang word, used in the same manner as 
the English used the word crack; as, "a bully home,' ^ 
"a bully picture." 

Put der Konig troo — To put tln'ough, (American,) to 
qualify, to imitate. 

Red cock — Or make de red cock crow. Einem den rothen 
Hahn auf's Dach setzen. A German proverb signify- 
ing to set fire to a house. 

Reitengaen, (Flemish) — Go riding. 

Reiver — liobber. 



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lieue, (German)— Repentance. 

Bheingraf, (German) — Count of the Rhine districts. 

Binge, (German)— Rings. 

Eolette — Roulette. 

Schatz — Sweetheart. 

t^chauer, (German) — Awe. 

Schmutz^ (German)— Dirt. 

Schwer, (German) — Heavy. 

Schweinpig, ( German) — Swinepig. 

Selfe, (German Selbe) — Same. 

Bhpicket—'^\ngot ; a pin or peg to stop a small hole in a 
cask of liquor. 

Shlide, (American) — Depart. 

SMished, grschlitzt —Slit. 

-S/;ioj9j9et?— Slopped. 

Shmysed, (German Sohmissen, from ScJimcissen) — Threw 
him out of doors. 

Silhern, (German) — Silver. 

Speck, (German)— Bacon. 

Spielman, (German) —Musician. 

Squander, (American) — Wander. Used in this sense in 
"The Big Bear of Arkansas." 

Stone fence, (American) — Rye whisky. 

"I went in and got a horn 
Of old stone fence." 

—Jim Crow, 1833. 

Straaten, (Flemish)— Streets. 

Stunden, (German)— Leagues. About 4^- English miles. 

Teufelsjagersmann—BeviVs huntsman. 

Tiger— K\\ American term for a gambling table. 

Tixey—''l wish I was in Dixie." The origin of this song 
IS rather curious. Although now thoroughly adopted 
as a Southern song, and "Dixey's Land" understood 
to mean the Southern States of America, it was, some 
75 years ago, the estate of one Dixie, on Manhattan 
Island, who treated his slaves well ; and it was their 
lament, on being deported south, that is now known 
as "I wish I was in Dixie." 



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TurcMn — Colonel Turchin's men ravaged the town of 

Huntsville (Ala.) during the civil war. 
Ueherschwengliclie, (German) — Transcendental ; elevated. 
Uhr, (German) — Clock, watch, hour, time. Used for 

"hour " in the ballad. 
TIh,u. C Germ an) — Owl. 

Un-icindoong, (German Entwicklung?)— Unravelling. 
Unvollkommene tecJmik — Unlinished style or method. 
Veilchen, (German) — Violets. 
Verrieren, (Flemish) — Adorn; exalt. 
FiMmm— Willam Street at New York, inhabited by many 

Germans. 
Ylaemsc1ie—F\Qm\s\\. 
Voriiber, (German) — Past. 
WnrJifien, i German) - Waxen. 
Wald. (German) — Wood. 
W alloioin— Walloon. 

Walsi'hen, (German)— Of the Latin race. 
Weingarts, wemgarten, (German)— Vineyards. 
We/rdaf (German)— Who's there. 
Wise-hood, (German ^Ve^!iheit)—^Yisdom. 
Yager, (Jager, German)— Hunter. 
Yar, (German Jahr) — Year. 
Yonge maegd"n, (Flemish) — Young girls. 
Zukunftig, (German) — lu future. 



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